#city blogging

cpcoulter:

princessofthelesbians:

The first message Julian is going to see is “Please wake up. Please.” from LoGAN WRIGHT

:)

#dalton #jogan #i'm fine
hispinksunglasses:

Vanishing, A Julian Larson Mix
"I gave up a long time ago."
1. I Fell In Love Once - Chase Coy
2. I Dreamed A Dream - Michael Henry and Justin Robinett
3. Someone Like You - Jake Barker
4. Chasing Pavements - Two Seconds Away
5. Miss Me - Andy Grammer
6. Beautiful - India Arie
7. Say Something - Tyler Ward
8. Never Had The Courage - Chase Coy

hispinksunglasses:

Vanishing, A Julian Larson Mix

"I gave up a long time ago."

1. I Fell In Love Once - Chase Coy

2. I Dreamed A Dream - Michael Henry and Justin Robinett

3. Someone Like You - Jake Barker

4. Chasing Pavements - Two Seconds Away

5. Miss Me - Andy Grammer

6. Beautiful - India Arie

7. Say Something - Tyler Ward

8. Never Had The Courage - Chase Coy

#dalton #julian larson #AWW YEE I AM SO TOTALLY HERE FOR THIS #jules mixes bring me joy #and sadness #it's a complicated emotion

This is the first and last time I will talk about the anons since the return. 

cpcoulter:

Let me tell you a story.

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#cp coulter #i haven't seen any of this happening recently myself but reblogging just in case any of my followers have

mrrobotico:

princesuzuki:

ryanjamesyezak:

This Anna Kendrick Little Mermaid SNL sketch is impossible to find (NBC ran into some legal issues with Disney)… watch while you can!

"Why would I need your hair? Mine is GORGEOUS! I mean it’s white, slicked straight up, & buzzed on the sides."

Hahahahhaa! Love it!!!

She sang Iggy Azealia. I DIE 

#snl #anna kendrick

for boys afraid of the burn  

5000letters:

lover, ignoring a fire won’t stop it from tearing straight through you didn’t you know that I can see you all the way down to your bones and
now I’m no expert, but I know breathlessness when I see it and your insides look like a cloud after a thunderstorm, like they’ve been wrung dry and gasping for breath
smokers lungs.

only, nicotine isn’t your addiction
is it? It’s intimacy, and there is something about the sky straight after sunset that reminds me of the hands you put on me strung me into a guitar, you turned me blue,
swollen and rising from the weight like the ocean at moonlight

so, who’d have thought you’d be so shy, turning your back on the flames as though that might make them disappear
I’ve seen your insides boy, don’t forget that I know your hurt is acidic that you fall like Icarus but I promise that I’ll be soothing for you

I’ll be camomile and lavender and fog in the morning
promise not to leave you behind or turn you into ashes
promise a thousand times over that I’ll look after your lungs, keep them safe, keep you gentle

#inspiration #this also feels relevant

fun story i cry every time i read that post it doesn’t matter if i read it 10 days ago or just 10 seconds ago i will cry again don’t look at me

"It will happen like this: there is no thunder or roar. The weather does not change for you, there is no storm. You will not realise that the sky is softly breathing into the back of your neck. You will not realise that it is telling you to put your armour on, to paint your nails the deepest shade of red that you own, it is whispering ‘he is coming and he looks like the last Christmas that you remember feeling happy.’ Because when you turned 13 you started putting yourself in shoes that didn’t fit you right, and kept going even though your toes ached and your heart felt like it was rubbing itself raw on the inside of your ribs. At 15 you slept with a boy who didn’t call you and it hurt. At 17 you wondered if there was something about you that said you’d be lonely forever. At 19 you could barely look at yourself in the mirror without wincing. You will not know until it happens because it will not be different than any other day, because you are not listening to the sky, instead Half Moon Run is telling you to walk faster, and hitch your bag tighter on your shoulders, the evening wears you like an old dress. You do not know yet that when he comes he will touch you there, at the place where your schoolbags have been making ridges for years, he will hold you reverently and desperately because he has touched before but he was never this full of someone when it happened. There will be no fanfare and your father will not roll out the cavalry or cock his gun, even the flowers will smell the way they always have, even the streets will hold your walk the same. It will happen like this, your cheeks will be flushed from walking so hard, your chest will be a heaving mess, you can’t remember the last time you went to the gym, you can’t remember the last time you stopped running from your own reflection, you can’t remember the last time you did not feel like your loneliness was suffocating the life out of you. The sky will be telling you to ‘turn around and see for once’ but you’re not listening because you don’t know how, there will be no drums when you meet, your headphones will fall from your ears though, you’ll pause to catch your breath and he’ll catch up with you and he won’t think you’re the loveliest girl he’s ever seen, he’ll be holding the something important that you left behind, he will think you look messy and warm and flushed, months later he will put his mouth to the hollow of your throat and whisper ‘I can’t believe I didn’t know what you would turn out to be.’ But for now, he will give you your lost back, your hands will brush and all he will say is ‘hello.’" - Azra.T “this is how you will fall in love”  (via 5000letters)

#reblogging this again because god #it makes me so emotional
      April 20, 2014 @ 00:06      

theflaxenprince replied to your post “i wish i knew how to string words together to make decent sounding…”

turn nikki into your personal writing slave

i am 100% positive she would rather claw out both her eyes and mine than write anything about my gross feelings

#theflaxenprince #replies

i wish i knew how to string words together to make decent sounding sentences explaining how i feel about things but i guess for now i will have to make do reblogging photos from hipster blogs

#i wish i could write like 5000letters #some of her stuff just makes me cry