I'm Kasey. 21. Alberta, Canada. Not a fan of labels.

 

unironicgoth:

my favorite eye color is your eye color and my favorite height is your height and my favorite weight is your weight my favorite hands are your hands my favorite knees are your knees 

You don’t get it. I barely understood it. I crave the kind of partner that will tell me when I’m wrong. Someone who will take the time to say to me ‘This is going to be a sucky conversation because it’s going to be uncomfortable but if I don’t tell you, I can’t be certain anyone will and I want you to grow continuously into a superb human being.’ Do you get it? Don’t you want someone who wants you to keep growing?

Mya Wright (via danimotown)

Came home to this. Couldn’t have asked for a better person to give my heart to.

Came home to this. Couldn’t have asked for a better person to give my heart to.

Depression does not always mean
Beautiful girls shattering at the wrists
A glorified, heroic battle for your sanity
Or mothers that never got the chance to say good-bye

Sometimes depression means
Not getting out of bed for three days
Because your feet refuse to believe
That they will not shatter upon impact with the floor

Sometimes depression means
That summoning the willpower
To go downstairs and do the laundry
Is the most impressive thing you accomplish that week

Sometimes depression means
Lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for hours
Because you cannot convince your body
That it is capable of movement

Sometimes depression means
Not being able to write for weeks
Because the only words you have to offer the world
Are trapped and drowning and I swear to God I’m trying

Sometimes depression means
That every single bone in your body aches
But you have to keep going through the motions
Because you are not allowed to call in to work depressed

Sometimes depression means
Ignoring every phone call for an entire month
Because yes, they have the right number
But you’re not the person they’re looking for, not anymore

by “Alexandra” Tilton, NH {Teen Ink: November 2013 Issue} (via kvtes)

(Source: ughpasta)

unironicgoth:

my favorite eye color is your eye color and my favorite height is your height and my favorite weight is your weight my favorite hands are your hands my favorite knees are your knees 

clio-jlh:

steevoooo:

thedarkknyght:

jcsp1688:

paleasland:

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OMG

…now that you think about it…

Never can just scroll by this.

No fucking way.

always

(Source: igperish)

Dear Not Megann,

We had our first fight this week.. It’s the only time I’ve ever been legitimately mad at you and had you equally as upset with me. What we fought over was stupid, and we both know it; but I guess sometimes things like that need to happen in order to make us stronger together. I know I was a jerk and stuff, and I know I’ve said sorry like 5000 times, but I’m sorry. And yeh I know you were a jerk too but I started it. I want you to know that I’m really happy that you never let me leave when bad things happen; I’m glad you stop me. Sooo; I hope you know that I love you and that I want you to be mine for a really really long time (like forever maybe; if you’re okay with that). 

textpoops:

napoleonbonerhard:

webofepic:

People who aren’t afraid of heights. 

I’M NOT AFRAID OF HEIGHTS EITHER BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN I WOULD WANT TO HANG PRECARIOUSLY FROM A BUILDING

im surprised they are able to support the weight of their enormous balls

It’s been 3 years and somehow you still manage to screw up anything good that comes my way..