2. piercingtattoinlife:

    piercing in old age are very cool =))

    (via selfkreated)

  3. (Source: sobsbcyoutubers)

  4. kimtheshizz:


    Andrew W.K.’s party tips are v v important to me.


    hey, these are actually really nice.

    (via j450nd43dy)

  5. (Source: the19k5)


  6. -give away artwork to friends
    -write will
    -give away more belongings
    -spend time with friends
    -go camping?
    -wait till lease is up next June so I don’t fuck over my roommates with rent money and stress
    -make memorial arrangements
    -practice with ouija board, meet guides
    -spend as much time as possible w Kev
    -tell family and friends I love them


  7. waking up is the worst


  8. Anonymous said: I wish i could whisk away what ails you, but I know that it's something that can't just be willed away. Sometimes I wish things had been a little different, maybe if I hadn't been too nervous then our paths would have been more entwined. I know this is kinda pointless but you are so perfect it hurts. I hate to be anonymous but my current situation leaves me no other choice. Rochelle, I would be devastated if you decided to leave us, but I know it's your choice in the end. I love you, be safe.

    thank you for understanding. that’s all I ask, is that maybe everyone understands that it’s nothing they did wrong, nothing they could have done. thank you for this message, it truly means the world to me and I appreciate the kindness.

  9. thecouscousqueen:

    this is so clever i love it

    (Source: coolstoryfuckface, via nothiing666)


  11. "

    You see her for the first time and she’ll walk right past you like you are a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air and when you can’t sleep you’ll think about the way her eyes strayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away and disappearing into the crowd of people.

    She’ll look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath and when she hugs you her eyes scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes and ears and mouths that could give you away.

    When she’s curled up on your lap shaking with mismatched breaths you’ll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms like the tornado in her mind finally hit her and knocked her off her feet.

    In half-light she’ll run her fingers over your arms like she is reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into the perfect metaphor and you’ll hear it playback in your head at 4am when your head runs wild with thoughts of her.

    You’ll find a safe haven on rooftops and abandoned rooms where she’ll set fire to your insides with hushed breaths between kisses planted perfectly on your lips and make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames while your body is made of paper.

    You’ll stare God right in the eye and tell him that if loving her was a sin then you want no place in heaven with him because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a type of paradise you’ll never forget.

    — The six stages of falling in love with her. // by rb  (via splitterherzen)


    (via thesuncameouttoplay)

    (via wolfprincess616)

  12. (Source: amajor7, via c0rpsegrinderr)


  13. nobody reads this shit

    please don’t be angry with me because I don’t want to live anymore. please understand that it’s nobody’s fault, nobody could have done anything different or better or said anything to convince me otherwise. too many years have dragged on in the blurry way that they do, and this slow death has been the worst pain to endure. to watch myself waste away, my mind and body and my spirit have been so eroded I feel like a shell of my former self. every time I try to convince someone that life is worth living, that suicide is preventable and all that I can never really, truly convince myself. all the best advice in the world doesn’t fill the deepening hole in my chest. and on top of all this, the worst pain I feel is for those who care about me, because I know they exist. I know I have friends and family that will love and miss me terribly and will be heartbroken by my passing but I simply cannot do this any more. it hurts too fucking much. every day is worse and I just can’t seem to find the light leading my way out. everyday I spend hours daydreaming about getting shot, run over, in car accidents, jumping in traffic, getting terminal illnesses, overdosing, cutting every fucking inch of my body, trying to figure out how to kill myself in the least messy way possible so that nobody is more upset than they should be. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life thinking about, obsessing over, my own death. I just want to get it over with.
    how many years. how many fucking years.
    when I was seven, I tried to drown myself. does that even count? does it only count when you’re 13 and leave lines of blood all over your sheets and the insides of your sleeves? or when you’re 16 and swallow a medicine cabinet? or when you’re 19 and try it again? what about the railings on the steps and the closet shelves your broke trying to hang yourself in between? what about all of those hours and hours
    the months and years of crying
    of just never being happy
    this is not the way I want to live
    when will everyone just understand that I didn’t want to kill myself, my brain is fucking sick and it’s killing me.

    please just remember me the way that you guys think of me, it seems to be pretty nice, if a little unrealistic.
    but nobody reads this shit and at the end of the day nobody listens until you’re dead anyways.


  14. What You Crave vs What You Need

    1. Chocolate: Raw nuts/seeds.
    2. Oily/Fatty Snacks: Kale, leafy greens.
    3. Soda/Carbonated Drinks: Actual, literal bubbles.
    4. Chips/Salty Food: Topsoil.
    5. Cookies: Freudian psychology.
    6. Sweet Tea: A strong Southern gentleman to take care of you.
    7. Pasta/Carbs: Pasta/Carbs.
    8. Ice: The sweet release of death.
  15. lancrebitch:


    i love seeing girls close ranks when their fella is cheating, instead of defending him and attacking the other girls. like seriously. it warms my cold, cold heart so much. 

    i need the rest of this story, where did you put the body

    (Source: twirpy, via thescentofsouls)