View From The Top: Archive

Dec 31st

The summer was a time of freedom, liberation, and feeling infinite. Every day I would leave the house in the morning and swear to myself I would never come back. Those days my house felt like hell. I would stare at my reflection forever, judge, and would soon find myself holding my weight by my arms against the white, porcelain rims, staring at another reflection of myself from the water that I...

Dec 31st

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forgive forget accepted.

Dec 31st

COME ON TOKBOX EFFING WORK

(via skeletonme) wait yeah im glad that thing WORKS

Dec 30th

i'm still sitting in my winter coat. i'm watching...

(via oliviamegalis)

Dec 30th

i feel light-headed. is this how it's supposed to...

alyssasayshello: viewfromthetop: (via alyssasayshello) high !!? drunk ?! crunk! hahahah, nooo. liking someone. absolutely. that is probably one of the best feelings in the world.

Dec 30th

i feel light-headed. is this how it's supposed to...

(via alyssasayshello) high !!? drunk ?! crunk!

Dec 30th

I burned his shirt today, I burned my letters to him, I burned his hat too me. A year later, I have never felt so liberated

Dec 29th

skeletonme: i was laying down today, my warm skin on the cold, freshly made bed. for a while my head was reeling. i thought a lot about life and death, and everything in between. i thought about the book i’m reading, and how it was made up. it was only a story, none of it is true. i thought about what sweater i wanted to wear tomorrow and whether or not i wanted to photograph. i thought about...

Dec 29th

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alyssasayshello: we searched for humanness in dissected fingertips, ridges like glass, sweat like wine. did that even make sense? i say a lot of things i regret and sometimes i don’t say things and i regret that too. sometimes i have this compulsion to prove to you that i’m only human, you’re only human; that we’re all just glass and we’re all just broken—we all have histories and we all have...

Dec 29th

I woke up on christmas to my brother dancing in his boxers in my room blasting Santa Baby on his laptop, and belting out every word to it. He is 22 this week and I really don’t think I will ever forget that.

Dec 29th