I'm all pcp eyes and adderall thighs

'De tout et partout est mesure.' 22 years old; masshole; writer; observer; anorectic, bulimic; recovering from a myriad of life's mistakes; I'm a fucking mess

[wnq-writers]

What I’ve done, all my life, is apologise for the person I am, for how my sadness seeps into everything I do, shades everything grey when I touch it, only recedes with the moon. It’s hard to believe in colors when you’re tasting ashes in your mouth from the moment you wake up.

incandescentghost (via wordsnquotes)

[forlikeminded]

Agnès B | Paris Fashion Week | Fall 2016

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[the1975music]

[asoftwrongness]

[misanthropic-recluse]

I swear to God I feel like I'm starting to hate dude..

[bird-paws]

[umerr-deactivated20170526]

Bahrain Hill, Swat Valley, Pakistan. 

[femalestothefront-deactivated20]

[femalestothefront-deactivated20]

finally

[somaholiday]

[ratedmirr-deactivated20170226]

Me: How long am I gonna be in debt??

FAFSA:

[extihnction]

[expects]

[mitten]

[psych-facts]

Dead people receive more flowers than the living ones because the regret is stronger than gratitude.

Anne Frank (via psych-facts)

[living-is-impressive]

“I either want to be completely recovered or completely emaciated, it’s the in between that I can’t stand: the limbo of failure where you know that you haven’t done your best at one or the other - dying or living.”

[adderalldust]

I felt both wildly, piercingly glad to be alive and also like I did not know what to do with the life I now held in my hands. It was as if someone had handed me the moon, and what does one do with the moon? What does one do with a life when one had expected to be dead?

Marya Hornbacher, Waiting (via adderalldust)