2018…. who gonna wear vials of each others blood with me
Tag: text post
someone: hey are you okay
me, with the urge to shove three million knives into my head and throw myself off the Empire State Building: yeah why do you ask
me in summer, committing hubris by wearing all black AGAIN, looking at the sun: wow gothphobia never sleeps
No matter where I go, you will always be my home.
You’re the kind of person I wanna be with when I want to be alone.
I care about your feelings more than mine
przn:
*fucks up my mood by overthinking*
imagine having a personality outside of drugs and mental illness woah i just got chills
I’m gay and my glasses are dirty
reblog if you’re gay and your glasses are dirty
Me currently
I wish I knew what the fuck happened to me