pls stop asking me if im doing ok i don’t fucking know

how lucky do two people have to be in order to fall for each other at exactly the right time in exactly the right way

The thing about self harm is that it will always be there to welcome you back home. Like that one teddy bear from when you were a child, soemthing as an adult you know you shouldn’t need anymore, but it still makes the long nights easier. It’s the toxic ex-boyfriend that you know is no good for you, and yet you can’t let him go. When I was twelve and started I wish someone had have told me that seven god damn years later I would still be struggling with it. That every time something remotely bad happens my mind would chant, cut cut cut. Like people cheering for their favourite team at a hockey arena. Lotus and persistent, leaving a ringing in my ears long after the game is over. Because it helps, that’s the grossest part of it all. It brings you back down to earth when you feel like you’re gonna float away into the atmosphere. Once you start there’s no going back.

4am

She got wife written all over.

I don’t want to let you down, honest. But it just doesn’t hurt so bad anymore. Batman: Mask of the Phantasm (1993)

I Don’t Know How Much Vodka I Put In This But I’m Going To Drink It Anyways: a memoir

If you smirk at me while we fuck i will lose my shit

I look at you and wonder how I got so lucky

What the fuck is the universe trying to teach me right now

we’re really out here. pretending we know what we’re doing. trying to look as gay as possible. disappointing our parents.

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we’re really out here. pretending we know what we’re doing. trying to look as gay as possible. disappointing our parents.

Okay maybe mama did raise a fool

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I just don't know it anymore

It really be 20gayteen and i dont have a gf yet whats up with that dude

I actually got a girlfriend and I still don't understand how I did it