(Source: xxknivesandpensxxbvb, via s-undayevenings)
Sometimes, the hardest thing to wear is our own skin.
I want you to know all of me. I do. The splinters, the tender places behind my ears. The open cradles of my palms aching for your heart.
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We don’t talk anymore and you don’t seem to care.
(Source: meganred, via youareatouurist)
fucking everything up
having no motivation
being a loser
sleeping too much
having no actual talents
(Source: evanpetersasylum, via american-horor-story)