50% anxiety, 50% sexual frustration

Me when I laid eyes on her. (via theamericanhusky)

High life (Source: @that70slife on Twitter)

BPD is so fcking hard because you come off as intense and dramatic to everyone close to you and then, they don’t want to deal with you anymore.

When your ex goes back to a hoe she talked so much shit about 😂

Real shit.

Kinks

No wonder I’m sitting here on my bed listening to the crackles of the fire light up the last of my weed.

Although an enchanting sound of what’s coming next, I know it won’t last forever.

I’ll go back to that girl you see in the back of the classroom doodling away on her binder, not wanting to be noticed.

I’ll resume my role as the strange figure you only see in yearbooks.

I’ll continue being the coward who left public high school to waste away in my one story house while everyone around me lives on.

I’ll keep drifting away from the minds of the people who once gave a shit about me.

I’ll stay pretending to eat every night at dinner and roll down my sleeves claiming once again “it’s so cold in here”, hiding what I’ve done in the bath earlier that day.

I’ll fade away like the end credits of a tragic drama film that you put on just to make yourself cry and sulk about why your daddy didn’t buy you the latest iPhone.

I’ll just say that I don’t believe in love while my heart cracks every time I see you with someone else.

But God knows, if there is one, that I’m crushed inside and I’m too ashamed to pick up the pieces and hand them to my mother and ask her to help me put myself together again.

Dear you,

The boy I lost my virginity to. The one I thought I loved, showed me a part of who I am.

The girl with the short crimson hair. The one I loved, showed me I am worth love.

The girl in Texas. The one who held my heart, showed me love is everywhere.

The girl an hour away with a cigarette between her lips. The one who showed me love can be close.

You.

Dear boy, you deserve love. Dear girl with the short hair, you don’t deserve abuse. Dear girl in Texas, you deserve the world. Dear girl with the cigarette, you are not a train wreck.

Dear boy, I wish you wouldn’t only want sex and drugs. Dear girl with the short hair, I wish you wouldn’t lie. Dear girl in Texas, I wish you didn’t live so far away. Dear girl with the cigarette, I wish you believed in second chances for everyone.

I don’t regret experiencing what or who I’ve experienced in my life. You all showed me what I really deserve. What I’m really made of. What runs through my veins.