the midnight owl

everything is more beautiful because we are doomed

you will never be lovelier than you are you now

we will never be here again

He loves his baby too
all my friends tell me I should move onI’m lying in the ocean singing your song

all my friends tell me I should move on
I’m lying in the ocean singing your song

(Source: notenoughforthatall)

do you believe in thisdo you believe in me

do you believe in this
do you believe in me

(Source: feelings-ew)

xizv:

*does drugs but won’t eat white bread*

(Source: 2cc48a, via iwillmindfuckyou)

I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy

because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless

and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.

—   Robin Williams

(Source: skateeofmind, via rehvolt)

I need major healing in my life, if everyone could send crystals and positive energy waves my way in this shittest hard time that would be great thanks.
So my mother tried to OD again last night. I don’t know how to deal with this. She’s raised me to be an image of her, so hard and emotionless, never giving attention when attention is needed. So when faced with a situation that is clearly a cry for attention I didn’t know what to do. All I could do was sit here and make sure she’s still breathing.  I couldn’t even call an ambulance. I figured if she died then she would’ve died already. But she hasn’t. So the worst is over. The logic in my head trumping out the emotions again. But what is it abt me that makes people not want to be with me. My own mother couldn’t even find something in me worth sticking around for. What is it abt me that is complete utter shit that no one wants to stick around. I wish the world ends tomorrow.
we were the best but you were the worst
phuckindope:

Don’t let them know shit !

phuckindope:

Don’t let them know shit !

(Source: fashionistasrus)

Bastille - (I Just) Died In Your Arms

Bastille - “(I Just) Died In Your Arms”
I just died in your arms tonight, it must have been something you said.

(Source: allthis-bad-blood, via chthonicgodling)

“I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other people and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad, or empty, or whatever. I like the smell of your hair, and I like the sound of your voice, and I fucking decided on you.”

—   And the home in your arms and the feel of your lips

(Source: somethingbeyond, via sexuallthrill)