Annes Bil

Reblog if you’re dead

Wanna see how many people are dead

Henri Matisse, Forms (Formes) from Jazz 1947

LOOKS SO COMFY

me to myself: why the fuck you cryin? why you always cryin? mmm oh my god, stop fuckin cryin

Oh my god. The colors of the skin in this photo would be absolutely perfect for my art project

Tennessee Williams, Talk to Me Like the Rain And Let Me Listen (via soracities)

I think having depression is like being trapped in a dark cloud, overcast, with bolts of lightning being the only shards of hope. You feel so numb, so overwhelmed you don’t even know how to put it into words. You just feel so so overpowered with negativity, self condemnation and voices of self inflicted pain whisper in your ear all the time. You feel the need to curl up in a ball, sleep and never wake up again. You just want this dark cloud to pass-maybe it’s a passing shower, but no it’s a omnipotent dark force continually dragging you down. You want to see light but the thunder blocks out all hope and the rain drops skew your vision of a possible brighter future. You feel so hopeless.

bad habits, s.a. (via hekahte)

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