Something inside is hurting you – that’s why you need cigarettes or whiskey, or music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.
― (via bl-ossomed)

(Source: unextinguished)

One day this won’t hurt anymore.
But until then I’ll cry until the oceans are nothing compared to my tear ducts. (via halluzinogen)

(Source: thetalkingcigarette)

"Shine, if your heart tells you to then who are you to question it

Shine, if the world gets you down don’t be afraid to wrestle it

Shine, you have the whole life ahead of you, come make a mess of it

Shine, if your heart tells you to then who are you to question it.” 

I don’t find myself unattractive, but I also don’t find myself attractive. I feel like I’m just sort of here, not something that really grabs anyone’s attention. Sort of like a chair. Or maybe a lamp.

(Source: traumatrae)