*┋❛ &. opiate ! ❜

NICOLE. INTJ. SHE/HER. — var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5203580"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "http://freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write(""); ! — ✧❛ this is the story of a girl who keeps all of her baby teeth in a drawstring bag in the back of her cupboard so she never forgets her BITE, whose heart is a different colour e v e r y month ( in january it is blue ) and whose mouth is like a painter’s mistake, a sharp gash where they should have used a softer brush, jagged like god’s first honest LOVE poem and far too red to be real.

[braatphomet]

depression symptoms that need to be brought to attention, supported and not demonized:

not showering/bathing for days or even weeks. (this has nothing to do with laziness - a main symptom of depression is being unable to be motivated)

not engaging in any social actvities

staying up and sleeping in till late 

not being able to eat

neglecting self care as a whole 

spending entire weeks at home, in the same pajamas, in the same bed

disregarding help/support (nothing against you. we’re just really fucking down.)

don’t shame us. we’re having a hard time managing being depressed in general.

[suicidal-elegance]

Reblogging this again because it’s so damn important.

[1112pm]

I’m constantly torn in between two tiny voices. One that screams “don’t invest yourself in anybody” and another one that whispers “try”.

1112pm (via 1112pm)

[starredsoul]

His hands shake something furious, and you don’t know how to stop them, don’t know if they belong to a killer or a lover, or if there’s even a difference anymore. His shadow dances with yours in the streetlights; your darkness has found a kindred spirit, but you are still trying to take the fear from his mouth. Demons and angels are at war inside of him, and you swear to love every single one, swear to love him wicked, swear to love him holy. He is licking prayers he stopped believing into your mouth; if you thought kissing him would save him, you were dead wrong.

Emily Palermo, On Loving A Monster  (via infinitejvst)

[wordsnquotes]

i am kind of just existing, breathing gently, walking lightly, and i am trying so hard, so very, very hard, not to disturb a thing, but i am always too heavy, too present, leaving a trail everywhere i go, and sometimes i just want to be forgotten. these days, i just want to not be seen.

Farah Gabdon (via wordsnquotes)

[extihnction]

what happened

[luthienne]

It is dark again. / I am sick of it / filled with it / dulled by it / thick with it.

Eavan Boland, from New Collected Poems (via luthienne)

[bekanicolex]

[disblogisdeadasme]

Angsty Text RP memes

[text] I miss you

[text] Come over, we need to talk.

[text] Wait, you're cheating on me?

[text] Your mom called, said she hasn't seen you sober for three days.

[text] Oh, right. I probably wasn't good enough any way.

[text] Come over. You left your underwear here

[text] I'm pathetic, I'm so sorry

[text] I keep dreaming of you and I hate you but god I don't want to leave you

[text] I can't open this jar of pickles and Im laying on the floor crying and I know I haven't talked to you in a month but please help

[text] My mom asked where you are.. I may have not told her we broke up.

[text] You butt dialed me last night and I heard you say you loved her.

[text] You butt dialed me last night and I heard you say you loved him.

[text] When I kiss him I can only think of you

[text] When I kiss her I can only think of you

[text] I'm sick and I have no one else to be with me. Please come over.

[text] You left your facebook open on my computer and your ex messaged you.

[text] You're dead to me

[ijbkdgsdjkgnsdgsl-deactivated20]

[disblogisdeadasme]

✕ ° ○ | easton & anwar —— instagram.

after.

[disblogisdeadasme]

✕ ° ○ | easton & anwar —— instagram.

before.

[mavencalore]

moodboard ♡ sophistication.

[50shades-of-you-and-i]

I punched a wall. And then I punched it a few more times. It was the first time I felt anything all day.

(via 50shades-of-you-and-i)

[newblogisjacindaelena]

[missinyouiskillingme]

I think the saddest thing someone could ever say is ‘please don’t leave me’.

R.R (via missinyouiskillingme)

[nycbambi]

The butchers daughter on a Sunday

[henriplantagenet-deactivated201]

Hermitage Museum, St. Petersburg.