(via manda)
Dissonant and unsure.
(via 50-shades-of-liz)
I thought things wouldn’t hurt this much. Every day is so hard without you. I just don’t see any point.
Every single day is more stressful than the last. I don’t think I’m ready for the reality of this, so I’ll postpone and snowball the feelings with a bottle of cheap wine. So very smart of myself. These are fragile times and I can’t do this.
(via sriou)
(via girlwhonaps)
My mums boyfriend had paid $3000 to get portraits taken of himself and he tried to hide them but killer mistake he hid them behind the bed i sleep in and now every time i go to bed (usually drunk) i get to have this fucking face stare into my soul between by bed frame. FUCK YOU CHRIS YOU CREEPY FUCK
The last photo I took of my partner and I. We broke up today. Not because we wanted to, because it was the best decision for our health.
Yet, I still feel so ill. I love him, I didn’t deserve him.
(via devotedtothedemonsinside)
I’m the better half of 18 already.
And I’ve never felt so lost.
Investing all my time and dignity,
Getting through the better half of a day.
By a straw.
I’ve given myself no luxury.
I’ve put myself into a corner.
I’m depressed. And the pots’ keeping me there.
Can’t be happy with it, or without it.