-No Name
-November 1995

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if u are scared or worried or stressed please just remember that even if you mess up super badly, doggies on the street will still tug on their owners when u walk by because they wanna say hello to u so badly

This is legitimately comforting.

I want to stain your lips with my name
So even if years later we aren’t kissing each other,
Girls will still taste the love we had

S.  (via spookymoonparty) +


He misses her

She thinks about him

He wants to text her

She wants a text from him

He doesnt text her

She answers to another dude




but how do you convince little kids to wear clever costumes they won’t appreciate?

"mommy can i be batman?"
"no you and your brother are going as van gogh and the starry night painting, it’ll be so hilarious and witty"
"i want to be batman though"
"shhhhh mommy needs more followers on pinterest"


I’m okay.


Sane? No. I’ve lost my sanity the day you took it from me. I’ve lost my privacy, my security. I’ve lost my peace of mind. I don’t feel safe anymore. All I feel is fear. I feel uneasy. I feel scared, overwhelmed, vulnerable. I’ve been overcome by guilt, thinking I could have done something. Maybe I could have. Maybe it was my fault after all. It was my fault right? You’ve taken so much from me, yet you probably don’t even realize. I just want it all back, I just want it back…


I can’t even put into words how I feel. I’ve become so broken, unable to put myself back together. You’ve tainted me whole and left a big scar that I don’t think I can ever recover from. My life will never be the same and I don’t think anyone will ever understand how much this has affected me. I don’t know what to do. I don’t even know who are. I have so much hate, but for who? I don’t even know you. I don’t know your face. I don’t know your name. I just know what you did and that’s all it takes to break me.


I look in the mirror and I just hate myself even more.


The thought of self-harm has come up more than it should. But not for the reason people would normally assume. I used to have these thoughts when a tragedy would occur or something as simple as a rain cloud over me. But lately, that hasn’t been the reason. I’ve grown to learn that each rain cloud will pass sooner or later, that it is only temporary. I’ve learned that these bad things that happen in your life, you can overcome it. That’s not the problem at all. The problem is what’s in this mind of mine. I fear my own thoughts. No matter how hard I try, no matter what I do, there’s no way of escaping them. And it’s slowly killing me. I just want it to stop. I want to stop what I’m thinking, and thinking itself. I’m losing my sanity and every day just brings me closer to ending these thoughts permanently.

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