December 2011
There's not enough alcohol in the world for me...
trippv:
I’m telling you
In the morning I wake up and long for the night,...
Merry fucking Christmas
Why does my heart go on beating?
Why do these...
Reblog if you suffer from an eating disorder, self...
I refuse to believe, that this is the end.
I’m broken. I’m broken to the bone. My whole body is cold, but my head is on fire. My heart is bursting into a thousand pieces. As I lay her books, her movies, her stuff into boxes I realize that before now, I only had a vague idea about what pain is. Without her I got nothing. I got a bed, but with no pillows or blanket. I got kitchen stuff, but no plates, no glasses, no pots. I got...
I've come to a point where I really hate myself,...
