april. california. not a very happy person. please view this blog with caution as it can be triggering for some people. i don't promote self destruction in any way and this is just a place for me to get my thoughts out of my head. i hope you feel better soon. :)

if you need a sign not to kill yourself tonight or any sign at all, this is it.

"no one who says they're fine is even a little bit okay."

do you ever just sit there and realize that you mean nothing to anyone and you start feeling like shit

Reblog if you actually give a shit about anyone who’s suicidal or depressed.


no one should scroll past this

i give a shit becuause i think no one should have to go though this al all, let alone by themselves


my mother doesn’t like tattoos
she says
art belongs on a wall

well i say no one
not even my mother
gets to tell me that i can’t
be a masterpiece


I love that feeling you get when you don’t remember that you’re reading. When you’re so captured by a book that you forget you’re reading the words. All you see is the descriptions and conversations that being to play out like a movie in your head. You don’t even think about it. Then before you know it, you’ve read 100 pages without realizing it. That’s probably the best feeling in the world.