Tatemcallisterr-blog

I’ve lost too many people and too much faith to give a fuck.

Hedonist Poet (via hedonistpoet)

The beauty you see in me is a reflection of you.

Rumi (via wnq-writers)

I am troubled and harsh and hopeless. Though I have love inside me. But I don’t know how to use love. Sometimes it scratches like barbs.

Clarice Lispector, tr. by Elizabeth Lowe, from Água Viva / The Stream of Life (via violentwavesofemotion)

                       he can’t outrun the sentiments that poison his body.                                they make him sick, vulnerable, w e a k.                                             they rot him inside-out.

                                                              ( && ) 

                          how do you heal from such internal damage?                                         in reality, he knows he can’t.                           ——— but there’s no way he’ll be eaten alive by                                                  his own conscience.

                                         he resorts to drugs, to alcohol.                                 to the numbness it gives him no matter                                                     how temporary. 

violence (vi·o·lence) behavior involving physical force intended to hurt, damage, or kill someone or something   see also: savagery, cruelty, sadism   they raised me they made me good at it   they didn’t expect me to like it   they’re afraid of me now and i can’t turn it off   maybe it’s better this way

sometimes i believe that if i’m not angry, i won’t be anything at all (via mymouthisfullofstars)

crushed velvet: have you ever used your charm to get something you want? (lmfao)

crushed velvet: have you ever used your charm to get something you want? 

“When I was younger I was a lot more charming. I’d  more so use it to get out of doing things I didn’t want to do. Like homework — mostly homework. I’d also occasionally use it to get girls to like me. It usually didn’t work as well as I hoped it would. Now though, I’m pretty sure that’s the last word anyone would use to describe me.”

✉️ | DANNIE & TATE

dannie: dude, fucking same. only slightly different. i was out of it for the most part. don't remember much until my kind of friend jonny found me and pulled me in.

dannie: ran out of his house and then got shot. fun times.

tate: hold on, you got shot?! like with a gun?! what the fuck dannie

People who think I don’t already “pick my battles” greatly underestimate the number of potential battles in my path on a daily basis.