bacardiandblades

If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see, you can find out first hand what it's like to be me.

[fffftprw]

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[brood-mother]

2018 mood

[ruffrowdyboiz]

Sleep is literally the most pleasurable thing ever why do I deprive myself of it lmao

[ruinedchildhood]

#me in college

[0nly-an-illusi0n]

You don’t understand. How much pain someone must be in to drag a blade across their own skin until they see blood. Or to slam their own fist against their body until they know it will bruise. Or how much someone must hate their own body that they won’t allow themselves to eat. Or they force themselves to vomit every time they do. You don’t understand.

C.H

(Poems of 2017)

[sagihairius]

there was this version of take me to church that i heard a while a go and it was like 

angrier??? and more intense is the only way i can describe it i may have imagined it 

[sagihairius]

FOUND IT

[juspect-deactivated20231206]

i wanna talk about it but i really dont wanna talk about it

[caitlinfrisk]

I hope you all fall in love with someone who never stops choosing you and I hope you feel at home when you look at them

[quotemadness]

As I grow older, I pay less attention to what people say. I just watch what they do.

Andrew Carnegie (via quotemadness)

[jee-q]

Why do people treat you like shit then try and bounce back like we all goodie goodie? Bitch we ain’t friends

[thoughtsof-r]

idk why ppl keep saying this emoji 😬is a smile… cus every time i see it, this is what comes to mind:

[odinsblog]

[drst]

I don’t care if I’ve reblogged this before, it’s still true.

[punkippie00]

[wnq-writers]

let me tell you something: no one is going to look at you, broken and shattered and think - damn, you are beautiful. no one is going to come pick up your broken pieces off the floor and assemble them into a beautiful whole. hell, you won’t even look at yourself and think - I made broken look beautiful. you know why? because all those writers lied to you. yes, all those with their poems of scraped knuckles and blood dripping down chins, pomegranate songs and loves that ripped through you like hurricanes. liars. so you and i, we are going to make a plan. you are not going to romanticize days when your brain tells you to smash that mirror, you are not going to romanticize the lover who doesn’t understand you but still writes about you. here is what you are going to romanticize instead: you are going to romanticize the first day of spring, its gentle hands all over your body, lifting you up until you are as light as a feather. you are going to romanticize the tea and honey kind of love, no hurricanes, but sunshine that builds you up from within, that helps you make it through the worst days. you are going to romanticize gentle hands of a friend in yours, telling you that it is going to be okay. because it is. and don’t trust poets, we’re no good, we love pretending that our jagged edges tantamount to a beautiful disaster, but in reality - there ain’t nothing beautiful about shaky hands holding a cigarette and empty eyes staring at the cracks in the walls. you know what is beautiful, instead? the days when you can look at yourself in the mirror and smile, scars and all. music that makes your soul flow like a river, books that offer comfort, families flocking together like overgrown birds to keep you safe and warm, friends that give you strength when you can find none, lovers who make you laugh through tears. baby, from now on you are going to romanticize healing; honey dripping down your fingertips, August nights that stick to your skin, the day you find your purpose, long car rides and singing so loud that no one can shut you up now. bad news: no one is coming to save you. good news: you can save yourself.

Lana Rafaela (via wnq-writers)

[gumtooth]

the clouds look like glitter thrown across the sky

[sad-lonely-depressed-af]

[with-nbhd]