"You get depressed because you know that you’re not what you should be."

Marilyn Manson (via wordsthat-speak)

(via lila-blass-blau)




am I sick from anxiety or am I actually physically ill? a memoir by me

am i lazy or horribly depressed: the sequel

does everyone hate me or am I just very insecure: the completion of the trilogy

(via welcome-foolishmortals)


the first time i met you, you asked me why hickies
looked a lot like bruises. i wondered if you could tell
them apart.

you spent nights at my house whispering words like
ancient secrets. “its true, if boys are really mean to you
it means they like you”.

i picked you up off the floor and washed your clothes.
i didn’t think the stains were red dye #9

you yelled at me. said no one would ever love a pusher.
that i should stop forcing you into things, i asked how you loved him than.

you gave me bracelets you made when you’re sad and
too sore to walk. i gave you kisses and said, rain makes
flowers grow.

i saw your brother today. he asked me if i knew
why the slate on your headstone matched the grey
in your eyes.

your mother blames me. i got high one night
and told her that i taught you how to cover
your face with makeup.

They blame me. I blame me.





Disneyworld needs to make a rollercoaster based off of the ride Yzma and Kronk take to the lair. When the ride starts, Yzma’s voice yells “pull the lever, Kronk!” and the ride starts to move backwards so she yells “wrong lever!” and it shoots you forward.


(via a-beautiful-youth)


Physically, yes I can live without you. 
I can eat, breathe, and sleep easily without you.

But if I’m not sharing half of a medium pizza with you, then I don’t want to eat.

And if I can’t feel your body move up and down as you breathe, I see no purpose in breathing.

And if I’m not waking up chest deep wrapped in your arms, then I don’t want to sleep.


i’ve never wanted someone this badly (via the-psycho-cutie)

(via gilded-pain)

"I like my hair messy. My love wild. And my sex aggressive. But I’m still a sensitive woman, just with passion."

Sade Harrison (via wildsultrys0ul)

(via okmorgan)

"13 things my uncle told me before he died:
not everyone has the blessing to understand sadness
when waiting at the bus stop, it’s okay to smoke cigarettes
never touch anyone else’s clothes at the laundromat
it’s okay to miss the people who were bullets to you
when your grandmother asks you how you are, be honest
never be afraid to say “no” even after you’ve said “yes”
if someone tells you graffiti isn’t art, prove them wrong
remember people by their eye color not their clothes
you’re allowed to like dark chocolate with tangerines
don’t lie that you don’t have a lighter when you really do
turn your phone off every once in a while and find the moon
if you want a tattoo, don’t let anyone tell you not to get it
if you ever find yourself at the graveyard, read the names"

poems from my uncles grave (via truples)

(Source: irynka, via illpaintyouwingssoyoucanflyaway)