The Fear Of Death Confounds Me.
And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
Haruki Murakami (via ramengirl48)

i-effed-it-all-up:

nah sorry i cant go out tonight, i have plans to spiral into uncontrollable anxiety starting in the early evening and ending at roughly 3 am

spn-fandom-breathing-heavily:

westbor0baptistchurch:

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

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not even risking that shit

I am so sorry to all the people I hurt while I was hurting.
(via astar0-th)

gnasting:

sexual orientation: alone

croutoncat:

i have hit rock bottom and its only tuesday

dulect:

if your teenage years are meant for experimenting with relationships i’m fucked

cockchomp:

not killing myself is a personal achievement but you cant really brag about that at dinner parties

flatsound:

i sure do laugh a lot for someone who’s dead on the inside.

I refuse to chase anyone anymore
Six Word Story (via latelycravingmore)

partickstump:

i :) am :) so :) stressed :) about :) everything :) all :) the :) time :)

awwww-cute:

Mordor eyes

awwww-cute:

Mordor eyes

Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.
Sylvia Plath (via wordsnquotes)