Omglaraaa - Lara

“Don’t listen to them, please. Try and shut them out. They’re not real, this isn’t real.”

“When we first met, you and I, you asked me a question,” he said. “Yes, I did,” she replied with a slight smirk appearing on her face. “We were at a party. I was throwing up in the bathroom and you stumbled in, drunk and quite crazy looking. You asked me what the point of it all was. You said everything hurt. That everything always got messed up, and it was usually your fault. You were crying, hard, and you looked at me and asked me what the point was. And I didn’t know what to say, because I didn’t know. I still don’t know.” She let out a small laugh and bumped his leg with her knee. She took a deep breath and spoke. “You see, when we first met, I was heartbroken. I just got dumped, my mom hated me, I thought I had no one. I didn’t see the point of living, of doing anything anymore,” she told him quietly. “Well what about now?” he questioned. “Well now,” she spoke again, louder this time, “now I’m happy. I have you, my best friend. My mom doesn’t hate me. I haven’t fucked anything up in a while. But it won’t stay like this forever. Because I’m going to mess up again and you’ll hate me and I’ll hate you and then we’ll love each other. Maybe we’ll end up together in the long run or maybe I’ll end up wishing you would drop off of the planet. What I’m trying to say is, nothing is permanent. You won’t be happy forever but you also won’t be sad forever. Things are always changing, and you can’t stop them from doing so. The point is, that there is no point. So live however the hell you want to. We’re all destined to the same inevitable ending.”

- An excerpt from a book I’ll never write #8 (via thisvastlove)

Life on Mars

You remind me of the ocean. Your voice can lull and rock me into a comfort, you seep deep into every fiber of my body. Water falls over me, the lapping of warm ocean water a constant only you can provide. Other times you heave your powerful hand from deep within and suck me into a drowning panic. You can throw harsh sprays and lashes that leave words imprinted like sand grains embedded in the skin.

g.e. // March 23rd (via writesnsuch)

i could disappear and no one would notice

Dialogue prompt

“I put a parental lock on your laptop.”

“You can’t do that! I’m an adult!”