Haha looking back at all the shit on this blog and only now am I realising how baked I was when I wrote half of it hahaha I’m an actual cooked cunt

But anyway other than that I’m glad I’ve managed to cut off all the toxic scum - “people” - out of my life and to be quite honest I can’t remember the last time I felt this happy with myself and contented with life. I’ll be honest and say that I haven’t been going to church or praying or anything religious at that but I haven’t particularly needed to in order to get where I am today. So satisfied with life rn

" Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love. "
by

Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones (via psych-facts)

"Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that"

(via devils-tears)

(via stand4s0mething)

brokemami:

tbh I just wanna be someone’s babygirl :(

" Sorry, but I don’t need any part-time people in my life. You’re either with me, or you’re not. You can’t just come and go as you please. "
by (via luftnot)

(Source: ispeakquotes.com, via basic-boruica)

I can’t feel a damn thing.

So let me drink away this loneliness and smoke until I can’t remember where the fuck I am. Allow these boys to press my tired body into the fibres of their mattress as I feel myself drifting away into a zone I can call home. The only place I have to call home anymore. Not a heaven nor a hell but the state of pure numbness. No feeling, no emotion, no sensation. A place where I’m not really there. A period of time where I’m not really anywhere. My heart isn’t broken anymore, it’s not cold or aching or shattering. It’s simply disappeared. My soul is obliterated and now, now I’m just this body. This body with functioning organs and blood pumping through my veins. Sex, weed and alcohol is all I want to live for anymore. In fact let me re phrase that. Sex, weed and alcohol is the only reason I’m still breathing because fuck me if you call this living. This isn’t living, this is merely surviving.

acidshorty:

I’m so fucking mad at myself that after this long, I still lay in bed at 2am and think of how things went wrong and you probably never loved me as much as i loved you and that my feelings haven’t changed but yours did in a matter of days

" I didn’t want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that’s really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you’re so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare. "
by  Ned VizziniIt’s Kind of a Funny Story (via feellng)

(via fuckedupminds)