Would losing me even be a loss?

—(via forebidden)

(Source: daggerred)

My gosh my best friend is really freaking beautiful y’all.. Just so you all know

Blahhhhhhhh 😩…

Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door.

—Unknown (via noirdunuit)

(Source: earthtojea)

I hope you look for me in everyone you meet.

—Because I Look For You (#206: February 27, 2014)

(Source: write2014)


everythings okay


everythings okay

Some people live as though they are already dead. There are people moving around us who are consumed by their past, terrified of their future, and stuck in their anger and jealousy. They are not alive; they are just walking corpses.

— Thích Nhất Hạnh (via purplebuddhaproject)

sometimes I kiss people I shouldn’t kiss and let them unbutton my jeans sometimes I leave English class without asking and walk in angular circles until I can hear the blood rushing under my skin sometimes I run until I can’t breathe sometimes I sit in the rain sometimes I sleep for six hours in the middle of the day

sometimes I drive too fast and listen to my music so loud that it hurts sometimes I drink until everything goes black and I don’t remember talking about you all night (even though I do)

sometimes I cry about books and about people who died hundreds of years ago sometimes I don’t cry even though I want to more than anything sometimes I ignore the people I love sometimes hold myself to keep everything in because you are not here to do it

sometimes I think I’m alive sometimes I think I probably never will be

—(via porn4smartgirls)

(Source: warpten)

(Source: allmymetaphors)

(Source: 000009000001)

And the feeling of being all alone begins.. I officially have no one…