Sometimes I just have to fucking laugh at how ridiculously sad I can get some days. I’m really feeling kinda miserable today and I’m not even a good company now. ugh.
one of the worst moments in life is probably when you’re in a room full of people and you look around and see them all talking and laughing and all of sudden you feel so sad and lonely that you can even feel a physical pain in your chest because you realize that they all belong to someone and they all have someone who belongs to them and you don’t, you’re just kind of there
I have never thought about it in this context
that’s actually really, really creepy.
I once pointed this out to my mother and she just stared at me, in stunned silence for ages.
There will always be a girl who is less sober, less secure, with less friends walking in a darker part of town. I want her safe just as much as I want me safe.
Benedict making another dream come true: “Finally I can photobomb myself!” [x]
*dumps entire bottle of foundation on face*
I’m gonna start wearing makeup in my fucking sleep.
dear god, let it be enough
Peeta Mellark and Johanna Mason portraits posted by Capitol Couture
My grandma would always x out people in her yearbook and write “Deceased” when one of her high school classmates died. We often found it morbid. Grandma wanted to be the last one living. She wanted to win.
That’s not a yearbook.
That’s a hit list.
Freebatch appreciation post (pt. 1) just to brighten your day (:
(NONE of these photos are mine, I take no credit)
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