It is what it is.

I am so fucking sick of getting bitched at for no matter what i say

d-eauxis:

7impossible-things:

diary-of-a-dead-fuckup:

In the top left corner you have depression, isolating you from humanity, telling you you’re worthless and making you feel vulnerable.
Next to her is anorexia. Skinny and evil, she is made of bones and tells you not to eat.
At the fridge is bulimia/binge eating disorder. Binging and possibly purging, she makes you feel gross from all you ate.
In the bottom left is anxiety/suicidal tendencies. Alone, scared and helpless she turns to drugs to end your pain…either for a little while or forever.
At the right of the table you have self harm. Constantly whispering, providing “relief” and telling you it’ll all be okay. If you cut deeper. Evilly enticing you until the pain stops.
In the middle, is yourself. The only one with human eyes. Surrounded by your demons.

Can we just. Please.

Omg

I’m not the same everyday. There are times where I’m loud and chatty, and there are times when I’m really quiet. I don’t think I can define myself.

(via whitenes-s)

(Source: moonjongupsays)

incoloure:

radsxul:

tobaqo:

meaningless-truths:

now I’ll never know the answer.

right


I love this

fav

guy:

other people: I like people until they give me reason not to

me: I hate people until they give me reason not to

stonerthings:

Four piece metal grinder giveaway!

To enter:
-must be following me (I will check)
-reblog this photo, likes don’t count

I’ll be announcing the winner at 4:20 central time on Sunday! 

Good luck and stay high 😎
gauzythreads:

goldenest:

rosettes:

A man feeding swans and ducks from a snowy river bank in Krakow

the contrast is insane

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