Always-Number-2-In-Life

I can’t sleep. It’s 3 in the morning and my mind is wondering to places I don’t quiet have control of. I can’t stand having these thoughts and not having what some consider a solution. People family friends they’re all irrelevant to me right now, and I just don’t know what’s holding me back. Is this me reaching for help, for a little bit of sanity in this stupid life of mine? No that’s too easy of an excuse, I honestly can’t say what is holding me here anymore. Maybe it’s my baby sisters touch or my friends that I couldn’t bare to hurt. I can’t take this brain anymore. Maybe I just need a break, not a week or even a month maybe I just need a solid break from humanity and all it’s burdens but how? But my god how can someone take a break from something like life without affecting others? But in the end all I can do is smoke my worries away and hope that the next movie or book or person can keep my mind busy. I honestly just can’t keep going through this bullshit anymore of pretending I’m fine that everything will work itself out. Maybe it’s time to just let go and not worry about the consequences and throw caution to the wind. To fuck with this I quit, life isn’t worth hoping that these hardships will one day bring me to my life of goodness and happiness I deserve.

brattylifts:

swolizard:

so-humorous:

dick too bomb

brattylifts don’t expect this

good night

brattylifts:

swolizard:

so-humorous:

dick too bomb

brattylifts don’t expect this

good night

thepoeticrebel:

Lmfao

The gleaming picture frame
That used to hold our smiling faces
Sits gathering dust in the corner of my room.
Every single time I look at it
Another piece of my heart becomes trapped
Within the glass.

The sparkling bracelet you gave me
Amidst the colorful Christmas lights
Is scattered into pieces
Somewhere outside my college dorm,
But I swear I see it everywhere
And my breath traps in my throat again.

I flinch when I see planes
Moving through the sky,
Or when an old car
With rusty rims passes me in town.
Every time I see a sparkle in my peripherals,
I still see you.

Silver // -STG (inksplatteredpages)

batcii:

smoo told me to draw zutara week stuff so instead i drew some modern au gaang. sorry for my shitty handwriting.

drakesquad:

tuggywuggy:

drakesquad:

i’ll be like 40 w/no kids and people will say “aw i’m so sorry for you” and i’ll be like how was the fucking wiggles reunion tour asshole i went to italy last week for fun and didn’t have to hire a sitter

This is a very sad mentality. To think oneself more important than that of progeny is the sign of a failed human life.

so the wiggles concert wasn’t as good as you thought it would be huh

emmasneverland:

Jennifer Morrison in Prestige Magazine