i kept kissing her because
the black hole inside of me
was greedy.

 efb | what they didn’t tell me was her black hole was much larger. (via groundfallen)

someone asked me
to describe home
and i started talking about your hair color
and the sound of your voice
and the taste of your lips
and how your skin feels like
until i realized
they had expected to hear a place

 Daria M. (insp. by unknown)

Hc + family !!
♥ fraternus-deactivated20150905

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   When Harper was younger, her mother was floated for something that
   she never found out about. With her father unable to care for himself,
   the girl, then fifteen, was forced to go to any, and all, lengths to care
   and provide for both of them. Even if that meant giving the occasional
   creep a second glance or sliding underneath someone just to then be
   rewarded with a handful of extra food or even medicine. Harper had
   to take the responsibility her mother had once shouldered, and when
   she was arrested, she feared that her father wouldn’t survive without
   her.

   On the ground, no matter how happy she was to be there, there was
   no way she could forget about the Ark, about the culling of innocents,
   and how her dad, just like her mom, was probably dead. Harper’s an
   orphan, and an only-child unlike Bellamy, and she envies those, like
   Clarke, who still have family. But then again, she never really had a
   family to call her own. In between her mother’s constant negligence
   and father’s inability to provide for them, she had grown up too fast.
   Sometimes, she blames herself for both her parent’s deaths, even if
   there was no possibly way she could’ve prevented either.

She flinches when you touch her,
It is a conditioned response
From a life of battered nerves,
And you can’t imagine how it is
That she can still ask you
To wrap your arms around her,
When so many other arms
Have been cages.

 am kennedy, “Bars and Hollow Bones” (via siilentiary)

ofhotheads-blog:

my heart’s been
        bruised,
             beaten,
                 and broken.
                                                 it’s been ripped out
                                               and smashed into a
                                            t h o u s a n d    p i e c e s.
                                                                                                but you know what?
                                                                 i gathered up those pieces
                                            and i put them back together,
              and my bruised, beaten, broken heart…
                                                                   …keeps right on beating.

HOVER
Independent and selective Harper from 'The 100'

Written by Rachel