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bioplasms

following back tones ♥

teapalm

bioplasms

following back tones ♥

bruisedkneesclub

“How do we forgive ourselves for all of the things we did not become?”

“14 Lines from Love Letters or Suicide Notes” by David ‘Doc’ Luben (via bruisedkneesclub)

Why is my head fucking with me again at night...?

#i thought i was over this

acidentlysuicidal

Now I’m not….

oxyghene

I’d destroy myself to fix you.

(via oxyghene)

#truth #i did

xcreativevengeancex

I’ve become everything I swore I never would… -T

reanr

spittingpebbles

at this time last year i was a mess and i feel like a mess again

(via bled)

This couldn't be more true and its really upsetting cuz I wanted to be better this year..

equine-images

Wonderful Lusitano Quilate at sunset | www.fotografie-maiwald.com

lettersto-savemyself

In 20 years I won’t remember today; that scares me.

“10 Word Poem“ series - #31 (via suspend)

#shit

dancingtilldawn-blog

#omg stahppp

therestislife

“You were my first love. You were my first everything really, and I fucked it all up. I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t know how to give you space, yet be with you at the same time. I was greedy. But now all I know is what I should’ve done, and I have all these fucking visions of what we should’ve been if I would’ve just done one thing differently. I’ll never forgive myself for ruining what we had. I’ll never get over it. I’ll never move on from it. Because I know it doesn’t seem like it, but you’re my soulmate. Maybe not right now. Maybe not for a while. But I know you’re the person I’m going to love for the rest of my life. Please come back when you’re ready.”

Fucking this

This.

Being suicidal doesn't necessarily mean you're holding a gun to your head.

Sometimes, it means smoking a cigarette in the hopes that you’ll get cancer and die. Or jaywalking across the street without looking, because you don’t care if you get hit by a car. Sometimes it means having sex with a stranger, hoping you’ll get an STD and die. Or not sleeping and not eating in the hopes that the exhaustion will kill you. Or even not washing your hands in the hopes that you’ll get sick and die. Sometimes it means being cruel to the people you love or ignoring them, because if they leave you’ll have less reason to go on living. Or not setting your alarm for work, so you’ll get fired and have less of a purpose. Sometimes it means partying hard in the hopes that your liver will fail and you’ll die. Or putting yourself in dangerous and potentially painful situations, so maybe it’ll be the last straw. Being suicidal doesn’t necessarily mean trying to die. A lot of times, it means not putting any effort into living.