(Source: elfstabber, via bijouthecat)
i want to set fire to all of the money in my name.
tell every institution i have ties to, to burn in hell.
and i want to run away.
i’d live in some cool forest.
and build a house of sticks and other cool things.
and live a happier life than anyone who chooses
to feed in to this bullshit.
but i feed in to this bullshit.
(Source: italdred, via realmengrowbeards)
I hope the person who stole my social security number knows that they’re making my life a living hell, and that I fucking hate them.
Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but
nothing is infinite,
not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.
(Source: finnualabutler, via tambammmmm)
(Source: psicodelyco, via drug-child)
so tired of feeling so empty.
i just want my gramma back.
(Source: tipping--point, via woowoocoolbastards)