“Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing.”
—
Oscar Wilde,
The Picture of Dorian Gray (via coral)
“The scars on my skin are healing, but I’m not.”
— (via suicidalproxyy)
Today I’m wearing a nice dark shade of exhaustion under my eyes.
no offense but I’ve never gotten over anything that’s happened to me in my life
I’m the kind of person that will restart a song because i got distracted and wasn’t appreciating it enough.
Does anyone else have a hard time believing that somebody will wanna stay with you forever bc same
I can’t even live with myself
So tired of this miserable life, suicide looks better and better every fucking day
I love tumblr. Why? Because I can be horny or depressed in peace.
and everyone else scroll by like “shit me too”
