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I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.
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arthurdentistry:

messiejessiejanepayne:

seattle-fox:

l1berum:

The worst part about depression that’s on again off again is that you can never tell if you’re making progress and actually feel better or if you just had a couple of good days and the second something goes wrong you’ll be right back where you started.

^this

fucking dying forever

"But I saw you last week and you seemed fine, I thought you were over all ‘this’"

We lose ourselves in the things we love. We find ourselves there, too.
TheDailyPositive.com (via thedailypozitive)
I want nothing more than to lay down with you right now, and feel your body close to mine. I want to whisper that I love you more than anything, and that I will love you, no matter what. I want to be looking into your eyes, and hold your hand, and drift off to sleep together like that.
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My eyelids are heavy, but my thoughts are heavier.
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شما فقط باید تا زمانی تا کسی مهم است که پیدا کردن کسی بهتر

replced:

You’re only important to them, as long they didn’t find someone better.

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ziyadthe:

When I am alone, I .. see you in the dark I .. talk to the empty like you were with me <3

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