puis-je aller au paradis si je tue me
mon cheri, trouve-moi, j'ai peur
are you lost too?


all i do is sit around and eat and be sad im basically a more annoying version of a plant

(via unkemptly)


sexting like image

(via trust)


does anyone ever like get all happy bc when u wipe theres no blood and u think your period is over so u stop wearing pads/tampons but then like 3 hours later u go to the bathroom adn u cry bc ur underwear is ruined and u were wrong and betrayed by ur vagina 

(via munnisonlinelogwy)



Damage prediction on pears during transportation.

bad and naughty children get put in The Pear Wiggler to atone for their crimes

(via joey-smith-universe)



Writing in my brain: Beautiful flowing sentences full of powerful phrases and enigmatically witty dialogue. 

Writing on the page: They did the thing and said some stuff. There was snark. 


(via trust)


I love how girls are so chill like yea touch my boobs wanna snuggle heck yes but two guys will bump into eachother and be like woA NO HOMO MAN.

(Source: narcotic, via iwillalwaystrytobeugly)

my words sleep here

i am trapped suffocating on my words & wringing my wrists while i am convinced that it was selfish of myself for saying that this was more than i could take. so with this hopelessness in my heart, i will face each & every day knowing that my breath & blood were wasted over stupid fights & stupid feuds & stupid feelings that i couldn’t control nor repeal, so what happens next to me is a complete mystery. i am not prepared to handle this when i am so exhausted & devoted to the careful whims of silent depression & never breathing again. my skin may crave metal blades & scabs to pick, but my overpowering need to feel my stomach growl & my spine stretch & my ribcage through all of my sweaters feels more rewarding to me than any hurt i could inflict would. where i’m left to stand after all of this leaves me in a flustered mess with my head up on my shoulders & my guts & all the rest of me spread across the very floor i’d like to lay upon & never get up from. my cluttered mind throbs while my urges & impulses take over each & every task, leaving me with no say in what is right or wrong for me. i need someone to tell me. my story is a series of mistakes & bad choices, but maybe i can forgive myself eventually. what will it take to find a place i can call home? maybe i am looking in all the wrong places but oh my god those eyes speak of forgiveness & love that i need. can i place my heart in your hand for you to keep?

♥ (or me)
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