do you ever go through those phases where you just don’t feel like talking to anyone for a few days and it’s not because you’re mad or anything you just don’t feel like talking???

(via calm-thoughts3)


reallovetruehate:

She’s perf

Falling for this girl hardcore


It’s taking over me
This insanity is suffocating me…I can’t breath 

Gotta keep up with the lies that I tell myself to get me through the hard times 
I have to keep myself high to make me feel better
But deep down I know, that you know, that it’s not helping me but hindering me
So why don’t you just stop and save me
Pull me out of the water and keep me from drowning and come and rescue me

Save me from this war that I’m slowly loosing with my own mind 
Soon enough in time, it will take over and win 
And I will loose and you will loose me

I can feel it now
The feeling of me slowly slipping away from your firm grasp of your strong hand
It used to hold me up and keep me strong now all it does is push me around and bring me down
The bruises that I hide 
The pain that I feel inside 
The love that we used to have is no longer insight 
The rush we would get from being with eachother we now try to achieve by hurting each other
Through words and fatal blows we reach an extreme high
A high we will never come down from
A habit becomes an addiction
An addiction becomes a routine
The routine become deadly to you and me
Dead. That’s all we will be in the end
Either dead to the world or dead to each other
Both are too big of a loss for me to take so I think I’ll sip the on this potions sweet nectar and go into eternal sleep

I fall to hard and I crash to loud 
No matter how hard I try I can’t make a sound 
I want to turn back time and bring me back to you
My body grows colder, I’m subdued by the liquor  
I never thought that love could be lost any quicker. 
There is no time left to say my final goodbyes
The world goes black I see your face before I close my eyes (Taken with GifBoom)

It’s taking over me
This insanity is suffocating me…I can’t breath

Gotta keep up with the lies that I tell myself to get me through the hard times
I have to keep myself high to make me feel better
But deep down I know, that you know, that it’s not helping me but hindering me
So why don’t you just stop and save me
Pull me out of the water and keep me from drowning and come and rescue me

Save me from this war that I’m slowly loosing with my own mind
Soon enough in time, it will take over and win
And I will loose and you will loose me

I can feel it now
The feeling of me slowly slipping away from your firm grasp of your strong hand
It used to hold me up and keep me strong now all it does is push me around and bring me down
The bruises that I hide
The pain that I feel inside
The love that we used to have is no longer insight
The rush we would get from being with eachother we now try to achieve by hurting each other
Through words and fatal blows we reach an extreme high
A high we will never come down from
A habit becomes an addiction
An addiction becomes a routine
The routine become deadly to you and me
Dead. That’s all we will be in the end
Either dead to the world or dead to each other
Both are too big of a loss for me to take so I think I’ll sip the on this potions sweet nectar and go into eternal sleep

I fall to hard and I crash to loud
No matter how hard I try I can’t make a sound
I want to turn back time and bring me back to you
My body grows colder, I’m subdued by the liquor
I never thought that love could be lost any quicker.
There is no time left to say my final goodbyes
The world goes black I see your face before I close my eyes (Taken with GifBoom)




It’s like there are girls who are like I’m sad because my parents got the the 5C not the 5S, I better go take a Xanax, oh and while I’m at it let me post about how depressed I am all over Facebook and make a bunch of people feel sorry for me. And then there are people like me who are basically forced to take their meds because they really do have depression and if they didn’t take them they would start harming again and would just go loch themselves in their rooms and not talk. It just pisses me off when people glorify depression or bulimia and make it sound pretty. And I’m sitting there like “wtf? How the hell is this pretty? It fucking sucks and is a chemical imbalance in your brain. It’s not fucking pretty. Is almost dying pretty? Is getting admitted pretty? Is not being able to keep a meal down attractive?” No it’s not and that’s why we take meds, because we need help!!!!
Rant over.

Tada…this is what happens when my mom says to clean the house

Tada…this is what happens when my mom says to clean the house



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