acting like hating men is feminism if we hate men for being misogynistic we are just as bad as they are
a drug addicts diary? have you felt the pain in their heart through their words can you see the ink smeared from the tears that couldnt be held back anymore? can you feel the withdrawal how theyd rather almost die a long and slow painful death than to be sober theyd rather suffer this terrible… Continue reading have you ever read
are dangerous you arent your normal self instead you are the you thats hidden from the world the theories and dreams the secrets the pain it wallows in your brain waiting for its chance to take over and consume your being how do i stop these 5 am thoughts
have to write a dying love letter write it to yourself you are the only one who deserves it
scars on my skin burns on my back tears in my heart conflict in my mind sadness in my soul it makes it hard to breathe im suffocating choking on words and memories i can never get back moments ripped apart forgotten ruined all because you were afraid to love me right
i know that you are trying your hardest
drags off this cigarette like its gonna save me i try to sleep the days away to ignore the outside world i drink to numb the pain in my chest that he left when he left and i smile and laugh at everyones jokes even when im on the verge of tears we try to… Continue reading i take these long
there are so many beautiful things in this world despite the chaos that surrounds us we should fall inlove with the moments places songs faces because even though there are a million reasons to be sad there are even more to be happy we all deserve a little happiness lets finally just give it to… Continue reading now do not get me wrong
for anyone reading this i was just wondering do you believe that success and happiness go hand in hand? or must you pick between the two? is it possible to find balance? or should i accept the fact that we can never have both?
theres nothing beautiful about it. what we had, how it left. all the memories, are now traumatizing events. now i am stuck here trying to recover from the tragedy of what once was.