Whats so wrong about needing a hand to hold until you're well enough to walk on your own?



[inhales] [exhales] [looks out into the sunset] the sweet smell of not being in high school

[remembers that i have no idea what i want to do for my future] [continues to stare out into the sunset] shit


the smarter u are the more men arent funny 

Everyone has a 2am and a 2pm personality. I’m more interested in the monster you become at 2am rather than the human being you pretend to be at 2pm.(via missinyouiskillingme)

(Source: visua-liz-e)

Just because you miss someone, it doesn’t mean you should go back to them. Sometimes you have to just keep missing them until you wake up one morning and realise that you don’t anymore.

Unknown   (via lillyfelizitas)

this is what I needed to hear

(via deaddreamers)

(Source: the-taintedtruth)

​When I was four I remember asking why someone would fly a plane straight into a building if they knew they would collapse with it.

Self-hate, a foreign topic.

Seven years old, the only thing that ever dripped sticky red down my arm were cherry Popsicles.

When I was ten I found a book, it took me in and showed me how to burry my mistakes - with cold blades and a cold hart.

Every single second still etched into my mind in a way that wound make your blood go cold and your heart sink like a ship that’s lost all hope of seeing the horizon.

At what age do you cross the line of understanding the pain behind suicide?

At fifteen, hopeless holds a real meaning,

bumped and bruised but somehow still breathing.

A ship with even the bravest of crew couldn’t sail through my aching mind.

Seventeen- When every river on your skin is manmade there’s a hole in your heart the size of a grave.



*white kid from 90’s tv show on bed throwing baseball up in the air and catching it while staring at ceiling*