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I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.

You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.

You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.

-I understand, okay? I get it (via band-of-thieves)

Needed this

(via kayluhlorin)




if trees could talk i’d probably get emotionally attached to them

bloo, are you talking about that one tree you had a connection with when we went walking? lol

Lol yes, that’s my tree, man. It spoke to me.

I could attempt to tell you what i want, but i don’t even know myself.
I’m deprived to wander back to where my days surpassed me unevenly,
my nights lingered beside me
& I didn’t fight the urge to lay my head upon that pillow i oh’ so appraised.
I was left feeling weightless,
as this nightmare compelled me to look toward the trembling door knob
rather than the frame itself opening.
That was my outlook on life
& it had me restless to find out what i could overcome
While still standing completely still. .  .

My soul has known a better life than this.

Sometimes I feel Im set to believe that’s how it goes.


Girls compete with eachother.

Woman embrace eachother.


i’m tasteless but so is water and we all need that


fruit salad 

*deep voice* yummy yummy