Being told “I’ll come back for you” is like a cat telling a mouse, I’ll kill you later.
Animal - Neon Trees
Here we go again
I kinda wanna be more than friends
So take it easy on me
I’m afraid you’re never satisfied
Please tell me why you’re so angry at me, all I ever wanted was for you to be happy, and now I just feel like I’m being stupid for holding onto the love you seem to have given up on …
Sometimes a teddy just isn’t enough.
if u ever say to me “are u tired?” or “u look tired” its because i am and i want u to shut the fuck up
“You’re so..” finish it in my ask.
"My sister Christi had a baby when I was 17, and I had just heard about crib death. The horrible thing was that it wasn’t understood. For some unknown reason the baby would stop breathing. So I would sneak into where the baby was sleeping and put my hand in her crib, hold her little finger, and I’d sleep on the floor like that. It was stupid, I’m sure. But I thought the warmth of my hand might help, that maybe if she felt my pulse it would remind her to breathe."
I LOVE MUSIC
next tattoo <3
Have you ever felt physically ill at the thought of eating… even just a tad…
I do. And it sucks. Each and every breath feels Like a chore…. a task that isn’t necessary, but I have to keep doing it in order to stay alive, to continue the drowning.
… but I remember, each breath is a step towards a new day….the possibility of being happier, I may want to stop this pain….but how do I know what tomorrow may bring? Tomorrow could bring my prince and saviour for all I know….the one who came to save me…. and if I end this….I could miss that. So don’t worry, if you’re hurting ….Like I am….. remember, live to see another day…..it could be the best choice you ever make. X x
This, is actually perfect. Michael Buble, coffee, the city lights. How amazing would it be if years from now, I lived in a city loft and had a balcony that overlooked New York? And on an evening, I grab some coffee at my local Starbucks coming back from work, or a date, or an evening out with friends and head back to my apartment. And then I open the doors, not caring about the frigid winter air, or the sound of cars because I can’t hear it over the sound of my music, and admire the lights. Admire everything.
stop that sounds perfect
I love it…future plan.