I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.– Sylvia Plath (via souls-entwined)
Everything was going so well, I just never thought it would have come to this.
I don’t even really have friends anymore. I don’t have anybody that I can text throughout the day, I don’t have anybody that wants to hang out with me, I don’t have anybody that I can talk to about stuff. I lost that somewhere along the line and I just don’t have the slightest clue how to get it back.
I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep functioning like this. I can’t keep doing these things to myself. I can’t keep thinking these thoughts. I just want to fucking sleep and I just want to fucking talk to you.
honksy: *on my deathbed* nurse: do you have any last words me: i………..regret……being so……m…..mean………and heartless……………. *the light goes out of my eyes* *a small piece of paper falls out of my hand* *the paper says one word only* “sike”
Anonymous asked: Don't think I'm weird for this but I saw you at MGMT and I thought about saying hi but I'm really afraid that you're going to think I'm stupid or something I don't know you're gorgeous and you smelled really nice sorry bye
ugh i really want to smoke but my super preppy cousin that I go to school with is coming over and if I’m baked off my ass she’s totally going to know and she’s not going to let me copy her world history notes anymore probably
fawnbabe: i just want to sit on a cute boy’s lap and feel his boner through my panties (╯_╰)
I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints, we’d only find yours.– Rudy Francisco (via nofatnowhip)
hodega: where do underachieving slobby losers work i need a job
Once you have identified with some form of negativity, you do not want to let...– Eckhart Tolle (via vemt)
h0odrich: *spends a half hour picking clothes to hang out with someone who’s gonna wind up taking them off of me anyway*
I miss you all the time, and I think of you all the time. You consume my heart...– K.B (via pukin)
torsos: i don’t give blowjobs i give blowcareers
icedoutyouth: All the ones that have occupied my head And all the ones the have occupied my bed Get out
I don’t want to be your entire world, no. I would be happy just to be your morning coffee, your hanging car keys, your wallet. Something seemingly insignificant, but if lost throws off your entire day.
I think she was afraid to love sometimes. I think it scared her. She was the...– Carrie Ryan, The Dead-Tossed Waves (via durianquotes)