boredandmoist:

This time last year I was unemployed, broke, and suicidal.

Today, I just got the keys to my first house.

Give it time.



colourless-achroous:

Black and White blog, I follow back similar!


Today I drank 6 cups of coffee
smoked 11 cigarettes
wrote 5 poems
and alltogether
spoke 4 words

I don’t know what happiness is
but I’m pretty sure this isn’t
anything close.


sad days, alone. (via nicolafuentes)

(Source: nicooolla)


fakenasty:

it’s crazy how much one person can fuck you up



recoveringborderline:

When you haven’t cut for a while, it feels like this.

recoveringborderline:

…you can’t.

I need a life that isn’t just about needing to escape my life.
Robert Polito (via hplyrikz)

There is nothing prettier than a city at 5 AM with its empty streets and cold wind.
(via equily)

(Source: hedonistpoet)


When I love you,
I really fucking love you.
There are no in betweens.
I don’t know what grey is.
My love is black and white.

(My love is true)

black and white love

(via ellende)

(Source: fragmentallygirl)



Es gibt Momente da weiß man lange, lange Sekunden vorher, wie weh etwas gleich tun wird.
Beim Leben meiner Schwester (via verbautezukunft)

(Source: zuoftgefallen)


Humans are truly, truly disgusting creatures.
(via thisisthehorrorshow)

(Source: killedtheinnocentpeople)



here she is, all mine, trying her best to give me all she can. How could I ever hurt her? But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.
Haruki MurakamiSouth of the Border, West of the Sun (via feellng)

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