they have all stopped calling and they don’t pick up their phones they don’t want to clean up your messes anymore and they don’t ask when visiting hours are because it’s too sterile and it’s too real in the ward you’re in they kept saying that this was all going to be okay but they didn’t stick around once the next wave hit because silence is easier than not knowing what to say and it’s healthier to block your number than to hear your slurred pleas at four a.m. this was once all in your head but now you’ve burned your bridges again and there’s nothing left to reconstruct this time

broken thoughts (via soofyahn)

Small & Funny BPD ‘Things’

Toge

(via neutral)

indie

more like this here

I Don’t Like Shit, I Don’t Go Outside

And I don’t know who house to call home lately I hope my phone break, let it ring Toe to toe with the foes, new and old Basic hoes try to cage him like the po’ When I run, don’t chase me

!!!!!!

I fucking hate it when you’re in such a fantastically giddy mood and then you see one simple little thing that makes you think, “oh” and then you just get this empty feeling in your chest and you get nauseous and the world just crumbles and you want to just lay under a blanket and close your eyes and fall asleep and never wake up.

yes

Drugs and emotions (1996)

nothing bores me more than art with the intention of shock value made by equally boring white kids who can only imagine the struggle they try to depict

Girls who wear cute underwear specifically for you deserve to be eaten out like they’re your last meal on death row

OFWGK†Δ

same