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broken. 12.15.13
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the artist and easel 3.6.14
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goodbye, and goodnight.3.9.14
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I would still search for you in everything I do.3.10.14
"He said to her, “who are you going to believe? The mirror, a photograph, or the eyes of the man who thinks you’re the most beautiful girl on the planet?"-i.c. “Beauty is in the Eye…” (via delicatepoetry)

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"I know I’m recovering, but there are still times my skin itches to be ripped apart. There are times I think about killing myself. I mean, I wouldn’t put a bullet through my brain, I guess it’s just because I want a break, an escape. I want to get away from the war inside my head, and sometimes I feel like I won’t unless I’m dead."i.c. // “Struggling” (via delicatepoetry)

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"I really liked you, more than I’ve liked anyone in a long time. The reality is I won’t ever be able to call you mine and that’s not a big deal to you."Reality (via beentough-butstillcheering-youon)

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"Is it sad that I can feel
you getting tired of me?
Or is it sadder that I’m use
to it because everyone does
eventually?"
Tired. (via
fragmentallygirl)

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"

GOOGLE SEARCH:
Painless ways to kill yourself.

i. There is no painless way to kill yourself, someone, somewhere, will feel the pain.

ii. The internet says, “sleeping pills, you will fall asleep and never wake up! You won’t feel a thing!” When that is a lie, your stomach will turn to fire and your throat will fill with the taste of your own stomach acid. You will drown in your own spit. That isn’t even the worst party, it’s when your mother comes home from work. She will walk through the door, and call out your name. She will call and call and there will be no response, maybe you’re in the shower? Maybe you’re asleep? She will walk up the stairs, knock on your door to receive no answer. When she walks in she will see the lifeless body of her baby girl, lying on the floor. Her heart will stop but she will run to you with shaky knees, touching your face that is now still and cold. Her body will be on fire, and her throat will begin to tighten, the sharp pains in her chest will feel like knives in the heart. That image will kill her more than her own death, it will haunt her living years each night. She will no longer be alive, but just as dead as you are now.

iii. Years ago, your father showed you the gun safe he kept in the house in case of emergencies, you knew the pass code, you knew how to shoot and loud, at least you had an idea. They say a bullet to the brain will do the job.. So one night, when your father is fast asleep, you will be down the hallway staring down the mouth of a gun.
One, two, three..
Your father’s heart will jump and his body will follow, the first thing he thinks of is you. He will scream your name and run down the hallway and bang on your door. It’s locked. His knees begin to feel weak as he bruises his body trying to knock down the door, the first sight he see’s in blood splattered on the wall. At that moment his breath began to stop, and his eyes wandered to yours. Still open, but no more life inside your shell. He will drop to his hands and knees and scream why, why, why. There will never be a day he won’t hate himself, for keeping a gun in the house, for not making you happy, for not knowing. He will live a life without a son, live a life with an empty space. Live a life of hurt, and hatred for himself.

iv. You may think that when you’re dead and gone you will not be hurting anyone. You may think when you slide a blade across your wrist, you’re only hurting yourself. Yet I have learned that is not true, it’s not. The person who will find your body, the one who see’s the cuts, their chest will feel tight and they will feel like it was their fault for letting it get this far. The only mark you will be leaving on them is pain, hurt, and the question why? So please note this, there is pain in every suicide attempt, every death, every cut. You are not only hurting your life, but others too. Because you are cared for.

"
i.c. // “There is always pain in death, maybe not felt by the one dying, but felt by the lovers of the deceased.” (via delicatepoetry)

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mishakoalins:

A default ring tone is heard. 100 moms look at their purses.

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slapping:

Son: mom! what’s a girlfriend?
Mom: if you’re a good boy, you’ll get one when you’re older
Son: what if i’m not a good boy?
Mom: you’ll get many

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Tiny Hand