4/15/2014

I have never hated myself this much before in my whole life. Every time I love I somehow ruin it. Why can’t I just be enough?

I have looked at you
in millions of ways and
I have loved you in each

Haiku  (via sex-thrill)

lucidi-ty:

sober or drunk it’s always gonna be you

I am constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone around me. Those seem to be the two choices. Everything else is just killing time.

Will Grayson, Will Grayson (via brat-prince)

endlesslydevoted:

I love doing this.

I am so hard on myself and will always be.

No matter how mad I am, no matter how right I am. At the end of the day, I look into the mirror and tell myself all of the possible ways how everything is always my fault. I tell myself all the negative things possible and how I can never be good enough for anyone.

If you really want something, you don’t stop for anyone or anything until you get it.

Blair Waldorf (via appetites)

And then suddenly I become sad for no reason, and it takes me days to get over that feeling.

Never ever leave your girl who is hurt or mad or going hysterical or all of the above. Shit makes her feel abandoned and even more hurt.