I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.
You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.
You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.
Oh what I would give to sleep in your arms tonight.
. (via ammbax)
He could rip my heart out of my chest and I’d apologize for getting my blood on his hands.
It’s 2am and I need you
-Rebekah Joyner (via bitterlove-sweethate)
u know yr fucked when someone is so fine u can’t even look at them directly u gotta glance at them out of the corner of your eye like yr lookin at the sun
yeah clowns and heights are scary and all but have u ever clogged your friends toilet
i’ll see you in heck
And I am bored to death with it. Bored to death with this place, bored to death with my life, bored to death with myself.
Dickens, Charles. Bleak House. (via wordsnquotes)
not stoned, just slightly pebbled