A little safe place to hide
Hiya I'm Leilah and am 17 I live in a boring normal place.
Waking up in the morning is easier if you have someone to wake up for.(via koanilla)

(Source: koanilla)

anxietyandboys:

♡ b&w blog, i follow back similar and here if you need advice. ♡

feat:

you know tumblr is slowly becoming a big part of your life when you have more mutuals on facebook with people from tumblr than with people from your school


whatsacanada:

Accidentally sending friend requests to people is the worst

alice-but-not-in-wonderland:

~common sad black and white blog~

i-r-confused:

if being lazy was a job, I would probably be the richest person on earth

(Source: unfollovving)


transcripts:

i’m that friend that has to walk behind the group when the path isn’t big enough. i’m that friend that gets cut off in the conversation. i’m that friend that gets left behind when i asked for them to wait for me. i’m that friend that doesn’t get invited to hang out alot. i’m that friend that if i want to go to the mall or some place with a friend i have to be the one to invite people to make sure i get included. i’ll always be that friend.

(Source: wsabe)

I wonder how you can look at anything and not feel your knees shake from the memory of it. I have been in your bed and cradled between your palms and your knees, in your shower and in the patch of sunlight that touches your room just before noon. Your sheets and your hair and your hips. Your lazy Saturday morning smile isn’t yours anymore. It’s mine. Look, there, you can see me. There’s my ghost. She’s waving at you. She’s saying ‘boy, you’ll need to burn this entire place down if you want to forget what happened here.’ She’s saying ‘man, all the ways we loved is splattered across these walls like murder.Azra.T “the people you loved live inside all the places they touched” (via 5000letters)