Crawl

Fuck what you want to.

Rough draft of an original

I’ll lead by example and take flight.
This is my chance, this morning light.
With nothing left but to take a stand,
I want what I can’t have, no one to take hand.

I’ll see this time as something I have learnt from,
I’ll look back and have something to reflect on.
This is my home, a place I have created,
These are my people, my own truth I have stated.

Time here, is nearly done.
The clocks have stopped, early morning sun.
Clouds are spreading, dawn is coming.
You’re eyes are wet, my mind is humming.

Let’s leave this chapter, it’s at it’s end.
Its time to stop, not time to pretend.
I’ll let you go, my house, my home.
As a door opens, another’s at it’s close.

Im a motherfuckin monster

I have to stop going on tumblr when I’m really drunk.

You’re making it really easy for me to hate you.

Help me.

This is me (far right) and my girls.

This is me (far right) and my girls.

how the fuck am i supposed to make life decisions i’m not even sure i want to be alive

(Source: rosesuxx, via mirroir)

Depression is like a bruise that never goes away. A bruise in your mind. You just got to be careful not to touch it where it hurts. It’s always there, though.

Jeffrey Eugenides (via mirroir)

(Source: infinitives, via mirroir)