If you’re 13, 14, 15, just appreciate Home. Appreciate the dark safety of your room. Appreciate your dusty belongings. Please, for me.
Appreciate dinnertime. Appreciate not having a job. Appreciate asking for rides to your friends’ house. 
And for those unfortunate enough to be born hopeless romantics,
don’t rush toward the idea of “happily ever after” if/when it presents itself to you. You have your entire life to get there.
Don’t let a sad boy with warm eyes save you.
Don’t pick up your dusty belongings and move them into his home.
Don’t fall in love.
Don’t give the last 3 years you have to be young and foolish and at Home to the sad boy with warm eyes.
Don’t let him trash the things and the people you loved before him.
Don’t let him make you apologize.
Don’t let him save you.
You don’t need to be saved.




i procrastinate so much i’ll probably put off death and never die


no need to be so


no need to be so


"The 3am moon weeps light onto your ivory bone skin and we are a perfect mess."
Beau Taplin || a perfect mess.  (via roaschie) ←

Frank smoking (requested by anon)