I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.

You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.

You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.

"you’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness" 

WOW

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eren-the-dork:

taco-marco:

staff:

starting today all blogs without the following image will be deleted within 24 hours

image

i’m not even afraid of deletion. i just want this image on my blog

ThE PICTURE CHANGES EVERYTIME I SEE IT

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when ur a burden to people

That’s why I’m so harsh, because I’m so sensitive. Tupac (via dmthvg)

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bluishtigers:

i think i saw this around the east village
jakefromstate-farm:

al-grave:

omgbuglen:

How to use sand to freak people out

I can’t stop thinking about the sculptor finely shaping that ass.

or sand getting inside
impahled:

🔹similar here🔹
dicknails:

danieldabs:

Classic coca


yes please my names Connor n my nostrils are open

i feel like sleeping is another form of death
no worries, no thoughts, theres nothing going on besides something you’ve created in your head
Its temporary

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