(Source: black-leather, via heartsofangels)
A little drunk on summer, a little high on you.
(Source: southcallove)
Stop.
I will stop.
I will stop.
I will stop.
I will stop.
I will stop.
I will stop.
You have promised.
You have promised.
You have promised.
You have promised.
Keep the promise.
Keep the promise.
Keep the promise.
Keep the promise.
Keep the promise.
(Source: justyesterdayyouweremine)
(Source: thelordscaptivation)
i refuse to let go.
sometimes you’re just too good to be true.
(Source: santa-is-not-real, via santa-is-not-real)
a familiar sting
I should stop. Should stop. It feels so good though..no. It doesn’t feel good. But it feels so much better than having to face all of the problems. The problems don’t even exist. They’re my problems, never seem to be yours. Let me try to fix them. But I never do seem to succeed. They say ignorance is bliss. Cutting is ignorance. Cutting is bliss.
Darling, I do hope you drink your heart out. Pour the poison down your throat, and let it control your every move. Let it fill your spirits, let it become you. You will be poison.
They tell me to make friends. I make plenty. Two pairs of eight in nearly a minute. I do work fast. Maybe the amount of friends I have and how fast I work is too much for most to accept. Don’t ask me what’s wrong, I know you don’t care. Go waste your questions, your time, your love on someone else. I don’t deserve it. Welcome to another eight.
I love you. I love when we make out.
Don’t cut yourself. You’re so pathetic, it’s disgusting.
You’re so cute. I don’t want to lie and call you pretty.
You have friends. Nine of them to be exact.
(Source: distorted-monsters, via perfectingmyimperfections)
thas me.
(Source: justbeingkc)