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undefyinq:

undefyinq:

I wanna sneak out in the middle of the night and drive to the middle of nowhere and lay on the roof of a car and stare at the stars 

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accioguitardis:

cyberunfamous:

trillow:

how much do islands cost i want one

Less than a college education

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what the fuck

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Travel. As much as you can. As far as you can. As long as you can. Life’s not meant to be lived in one place. (via floranymph)

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porkskins:

porkskins:

Im here at walmart does anybody want anything

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i was thinking maybe something that i could buy with 10 dollars

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eggplont:

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ughsos:

in elementary school i hit this kid cause he said i cant punch and i broke his nose and then my stepdad picked me up and the office was like “you have to say sorry” but then the kid was like “but she proved me wrong, she doesn’t have to say sorry” ladies and gentlemen my best friend of many many years

this is violently beautiful

do you have a family yet?

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spidermxn:

Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life and travel, leave marks on you. Most of the time, these marks -on your body or in your heart- are beautiful. Often though, they hurt. #DominicanRepublic2014 #probablysober #allsmiles

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)

i’m in tears.

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