Lost Boy

Lately some situations trigger to a point where being alive makes me feel suffocated. Like in that moment I have to kill myself. Being alive feels like the biggest burden that there is. And in that moment if I had a way out, I’d take it without a millisecond’s lapse

Two shirt posts in one night? Get it ig

Amazing Shirts (And Other Things) I Want: Part Twelve

All my funky clothes posts are under #karmas clothes

i love it when women are nice to me it feels like every part of my brain is dying in a good way

im quitting tumblr

ok see u tomorrow

me: *has feelings*

me: Pathetic. Disgusting. Won’t Let It Happen Again.

Wholesome couple photos.

yea i support trans rights

trans rights to kiss me on the mouth

i hope u find someone that mindlessly plays with your hands and lightly strokes your legs and massages your back and plays with your hair and i hope that u feel like you’re home when u look at them

Why does nobody talk about how scary the good days are?

Does nobody else fear happiness. Like you don’t know what you would do with all that free time you have now you’re no longer at war with yourself?

THERE ARE CERTAIN YOU ASK OF ME AND THERE ARE CERTAIN THINGS I LACK

BE NICE TO ME // THE FRONT BOTTOMS

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