Some of us killed our happiness at a young age by deciding to love and please others more than ourselves.
my chemical romance makes music for the gays it is NOT their fault that straight people listen to it too they didn't ask for this
My special talent is assuming our friendship is a burden on you and you dread hearing from me. So then I stop talking to you to ease the load and ruin what we had
Now I’m empty. I have nothing to give to anyone. Except for talking about my pain. And since I realize that’s toxic, I’ve simply isolated.
The one thing I've learnt during this pandemic is some of you motherfuckers would 1000% hide a zombie bite 🤨
i have a bad habit of thinking everyone i meet will like me
i want every child to have a happy, loving and safe childhood that they don’t have to recover from
I don’t wanna study, I don’t want a job. I just want to die
lost track by aron wiesenfeld // study for night reading by aron wiesenfeld // a railway nocturne iv by marta zamarska // night-time solitude by holly warburton // little weirds by jenny slate
Despair by Bertha Wegmann (Danish, 1847–1926)











