I feel as if I’m
made to understand but not
to be understood. —(k.d.), i understand (via youngheartssgocrazy)

(via staysimpleitsbeautiful)

In 20 years I won’t remember today; that scares me. —“10 Word Poem" series - #31 (via l-eer)

(Source: lettersto-savemyself, via growing--up--isnt--easy)

Anonymous asked:  Where you from?

Ottawa

Damaged people damage people. —(via snotted)

(Source: dopey-, via clothsofgoldd)

1. I poured every drop of alcohol I could find in my dad’s liquor cabinet down my throat and stumbled into traffic, thinking I was completely untouchable. My uncle picked me up from the emergency room at 2 A.M. on a Wednesday and didn’t say a single word to me.

2. I let yet another boy undress me in my basement. The whiskey on his breath made my blood run cold and the cigarettes he handed me made my head throb, but I smoked them anyway and believed him when he said he loved me more than he loved LSD.

3. I fell in love with a girl who believed that running from her problems would eventually solve them all. She was all tattoos and red lips and leaving home at 16. She told me she once saw God and that he was an alcoholic, just like her father. She left me in the middle of the night one December. I guess I became something that need to be solved.

4. I stopped talking to the boy who loved me even more than you loved James Bond movies because he found my stash of Oxycodone and dumped it all down the garbage disposal, saying he couldn’t watch me destroy himself the same way his sister had.

5. I let some greasy-haired man talk me into shooting a homemade “movie” in his garage. I didn’t really need the money, but holy fuck I needed to think about something other than the way you bit your lip and tapped your foot when you got anxious. A stranger’s hands around my throat were better distractions than writing about you, again.

6. I learned the hard way how painful dying can be when it’s happening to you so slowly, so I tried to speed up the process by crashing my car into the tree we had our first kiss under. My fucking emergency brakes didn’t care that you hadn’t called in 239 days, neither did the doctors that kept me on suicide watch for a week.

—6 ways I disappointed my mother after you broke my heart.  (via kindofalone)

(Source: laurnahh, via myheart-caves-in-whenilook-atyou)

I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment—we are all defined by something we can’t change. —Simon Van Booy, The Illusion of Separateness (via whyallcaps)

(via myheart-caves-in-whenilook-atyou)

I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love. —(via chuckhansen)

(Source: wordsthat-speak, via myheart-caves-in-whenilook-atyou)

The scariest part about letting someone in is that they could take one look inside of you and never come back. —(#315: March 20, 2014)

(Source: write2014, via brruhhh)