Me: *intentionally Cuts And Massacres My Legs For Years With No Problem*

I literally crave intimacy. Just physical contact my guy. One good honest hug. A kiss perhaps. To hold a fucking hand

damn it's been some time and blood looks much mire vibrantvtjan i remember

“Here’s to the ones who go to bed with tears in their eyes, and death in their minds.”

— The Poetic Boy

jean rhys, good morning, midnight

[text: ‘What happened to you, what happened’ he says. ‘Something bad must have happened to make you like this.’ / ‘One thing? It wasn’t one thing. It took years. It was a slow process.’]

Me at night wondering how I fucked up my life so bad

Faxx 🌚🖤

Nobody:

My brain: …you should just go kill yourself it would make everything so much better

That feeling in your stomach when you realize it’s really over. Your heart just sinks in all the memories, the late-night calls, and all the promises you guys made but you know what’s the worst part? Is that you don’t know if you can do it again.