we're all mad here

Andrea. Canada. 18. i am literal tøp trash insta: @andreaclrk *trigger warning* You can always message me

[depressingxthings]

[wonderlanddreamsx-deactivated20]

[thatlinearttho]

[yayoroses]

tbh i didn’t plan to make it this far in life so i’ve no idea what i’m doing

[grace--upon--grace]

[khubaani]

would u rather eat a pound of bricks or a matter baby??

[lmpossibleprincess]

whats a matter baby

[khubaani]

nothing sweetie whats a matter with you??

[supernatural-mishamigo]

I literally did not see that coming

[peachypalm]

[whynotfabulous]

what am i doing with my life?

[just-shower-thoughts]

When flirting biting your lower lip is sexy, but biting your upper lip isn’t

[sulfur]

Found Here

[born--for--this]

[ambiguities]

from weheartit

[vendettafrank]

if someone made me a playlist and said smth along the lines “this is for you” or “these songs reminds me of you” i would literally combust

[hemoglobin]

[poems-and-word]

[3amsouls]

You know what I’ve realized? The fact that we can’t unfeel something. We just get used it. Like suppose we’re sitting on a cold surface, it’s cool at first but then it starts getting warmer. It’s not that the surface suddenly got hotter, it’s just that we got used to the coldness. Or when someone gets stabbed with a knife. It hurts at first but then the pain disappears. It’s not that the knife is gone, it’s just that our body gets used to the knife piercing our skin. And now that I think about it, you know when you’ve been sad for so long that suddenly you don’t feel anything anymore? Not happy, not angry, just nothing. It’s not that the sadness is gone. It’s just that we’ve got used it. Or when someone keeps treating you like complete shit and after a while, you just don’t acknowledge it anymore cause you’re used to it. And that’s just really fucking sad. The fact that we get used to something so much that we completely forget it’s there.

(via 3amsouls)

[wnq-writers]

You remind me of the stars in the sky Because I don’t ever want to stop looking at sky And I don’t ever want to stop looking at you You’ve captivated my mind my heart and my soul the flowers from previous woes have now grown into beautiful roses as beautiful as it seems I’m finding it hard to breathe because reality has hit me and I know I can never call you one word, mine.

biancandthebeanstalk, every rose has its thorn (via wnq-writers)