she want the goddamn sky

[thoughtfullychaoticwasteland]

[thoughtfullychaoticwasteland]

This town is shark infested waters and I can’t seem to stop bleeding.

[thoughtfullychaoticwasteland]

Why do I sabotage every chance I have at being healthy? Why did I leave a steady job for a boy with gorgeous blue eyes and a tempting smile? Why did I continue to take back a man who used me as an outlet to the anger he faced from his addiction? Why didn’t I say no louder? Why didn’t I stand up and walk out when he touched me like that? Why did I confuse empathy with manipulation? Why did I let you steal from my body and I paid the price for it? Why am I still paying the price for it? Why did I put myself in debt trying to fill a void from a love that wasn’t there? Why is it that I’m never enough to save someone but my soul aches for that nurture. Why am I always there for everyone and push my problems on them? Why do I feel the need to be heard? Why do I think so black and white? Love is such a dangerous game that leaves me broken and with less than nothing. Why wasn’t I enough to be loved by you? Why couldn’t you choose me? Love me? Why couldn’t I be your salvation? I’ve been in this numb state of suriviving for years.. when will it finally be over?

An excerpt from a book I’ll never have the courage to write

[thoughtfullychaoticwasteland]

I want to be with you but I’m not ready to let my guard down

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write

[thedarkperidot]

I give my soul to everyone but I’m never anyone’s first priority

[waistdeepinwords]

“I guess she tastes better. She probably has a softer voice and stronger arms and she probably doesn’t have secrets wrapped up in her skin or eyes that refuse to stay dry. I wonder if you ever felt guilty; maybe you thought it was cool to fuck the girl who would go home and write poems about you. Tonight, you will wrap yourself in her sheets and I will go back to spending Friday nights with boys who will never learn my last name.”

— ahn

[shxrwns-blog]

“You might find your comfort in the warmth between a girl’s legs or drugs blurring your thoughts. I might find my comfort in the warmth of liquor down my throat or blood on my skin. Don’t judge me from my coping mechanisms when you have enough of your own.”

— BES // comfort

[l0st-and-f-a-d-i-n-g-deactivate]

I wish I didn’t ruin every single relationship I’ve ever been in lol

[bebravelittlemonsters-deactivat]

If I’m “getting better” and “improving”, why do I feel like crying all the time?

[bpdmousey-blog]

“Why is everything so fucking hard, all the fucking time?”

-Me.

[depressedbarbie]

I believe this with all my heart.

[let-me-be-your-fave]

this one really hit home for me

[napqueen617]

Scary reality

[heavensghost]

Rihanna // Desperado

[fraeuleinrabenschwarz]

“It didn’t kill me But it didn’t make me stronger either. It just made me empty and bitter and I wish it would’ve had just killed me instead.”

— This is hell and I can’t leave.

[slytherinnpride]

[crownthehalfbloodkilljoy]

“I wish this hurt you as much as it hurts me. I wish you could feel all this pain I’m in, even the slightest amount.”

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