My skin is a canvas.

Someone told me they thought I was faking being in the hospital.. I don’t really understand why someone would think that anyone would lie about that.
It’s stupid I guess that I’m even thinking about it because I know where I was and I don’t need to prove that to anyone.


see that girl you just called a lesbian? is she? can you help me get her number?

I am so tired. I feel myself drifting, away, a little by little. I am overcome by the sensation that I am crumbling, parts of my being drifting away.
Murakami Haruki, Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World (via paintdeath)

Brand New // Guernica
Just my edit


Brand New // Guernica

Just my edit

The Summer - Citizen (x)

The Summer - Citizen (x)


Citizen | How Does It Feel

There is someone in my head, but it’s not me.
Pink Floyd | Brain Damage (via hoehen-leicht-daneben)
if you’re going to leave, that’s fine.
and I know you promised you wouldn’t
seven months ago while I was crying
into your neck but I also know that
sometimes it rains even when it’s not
supposed to and sometimes boys
kiss girls they shouldn’t and we tear
flowers out of the ground just to watch
them die and things change,
so I understand if you’re done,
but please, when you’re packing all your
old sweaters and books, don’t forget
to take all your three AM phone calls,
and photographs where we’re smiling
so wide it looks like we’ve never known
that feeling in the pit of your stomach
when someone screams “I don’t love you
Take back every kiss, every night you
fell asleep next to me, every poem I
wrote you, every song you sang to
me, every “I love you more fight,”
every shock I felt in my skin when
you brushed against me.
I was never scared of ghosts until you
left but now I see you everywhere and
god if you’re going to kill me please
just do it quickly because I see you
in everything and it’s making it hard
to breathe

I won’t say I miss you but I think my mother knows anyway (via extrasad)


(via heyyemmaa)

You don’t miss me.
I should remember that.
I should fucking remember that.
(via madness-of-depression)


I woke up today and realized that what we had is dead
I’m just a pile of lifeless bones to you
I’ve spent too many years thinking about somebody 
That doesn’t even think about me