That Pigeon Has Swag
When I first started getting bad, you said you’d be here. Where were you when I started cutting? Where were you when I started drinking? Where were you when I went to the doctors scared? Where were you when I had that breakdown at 2am? Where were you when I tried to commit suicide? You promised you’d be here. Where were you?
Re-blog if you're accepting anonymous asks from anyone about anything
Ten years from now, I’ll probably be in an abusive relationship. I’ll still be self harming. I’ll probably be hooked on drugs. I probably won’t be anything.
I’m with this movement!
me
Salute to this movement
This is so important!
Everybody needs to value eachother!!! Yes!!!! I love this!!!!
Date a witch who would call down storms for a chance to see you smile.
Why is self control so hard to achieve. Why can’t I just say no to myself. If I did I wouldn’t look so disgusting
From now on I am only accepting sexts in Dr. Seuss rhyme form
“What’re you up to?” His simple text said. “Just eating cereal and lying in bed.” “What if I was with you?” he responded with ease, “I guess I’d get more cereal if I please.” And that’s when he said it, that simpering lad, that stupid response that makes all of us mad. My mind filled with dread, with a twist in my gut, I picked up my phone and read: “Haha, and then what ;)”
this is such pristine poetry tho honestly i want this person to come drop some bars on my mixtape
::poetry club audience snaps::


