#fuckthisman

[voldieee]

One day I will learn something

[schizophrenicpotato]

Okay.

My fourth fucking nightmare today. You've got to be fucking kidding me.

[tawnymanae]

Well fuck this shit. Congrats walking dead producers. You had a beautiful ship and flushed it down the fucking toilet

[rootedinwander]

going from talking EVERY single day for almost 3 years to not speaking ever again, will be the fucking end of me ..

[wanderingoldsoul]

This girl is oober sick today. I haven’t even wake and baked yet (that’s saying something). My boyfriend is at work, I’m on the couch staring at the bong wishing my stomach wasn’t eating itself. Someone help me because I’m on my death bed at 20. 

[livewithclarity]

do you ever just feel like crying but you don’t have anything left so you just lay on the floor wishing your carpet would absorb you into it so you could at least serve a purpose as people walk all over you and your feelings

[a-pathetic-a]

I can't help but feel more than unattractive when all my other friends have it so easy to get with other people. What's confidence in myself if it's false?

[magdalaamygdala]

The Pacific ocean was overflowing the borders of the map. There was no place to put it. It was so large wild and blue that it didn't fit anywhere. That's why it was left in front of my window.

The humanists worried about the little men it devoured over the years.

They do not count.

Not even that galleon, laden with cinnamon and pepper that perfumed it as it went down.

No.

Not even the explorers' ship- fragile as it cradle dashed to pieces in the abyss which keeled over with its starving men.

No.

In the ocean, a man dissolves like a bar of salt. And the water doesn't know it.

-"The Sea", Pablo Neruda