Washed up teenage angst

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I can’t do this anymore.
Why would anyone want to feel like this. I should have know that you were going to be like everyone else. Bright and shiny, then when things get rough I become nothing.
I’m so sick if getting hurt. I’m so sick of feeling broken. I’m so sick of being mislead into believing that it is at all possible to be cared for just as much as I care.
I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t go a day without crying and you’re out running around and I’m so far from your mind that I could be in a different solar system.
All I can think about is how we always wanted to be closer, how we always wanted to melt into each other.
Sex was the closes we ever got to being as close as we wanted. It was always beautiful. How has the light completely disappeared from my eyes, from my life and it’s like I never Existed in yours.
How could you spend so much time telling me that I was beautiful, perfect, how I was an angel then nothing.
This isn’t right, and all I want is you. All I want is your arms around me and my head pressed into your neck.
I’ve given so much, I loved so much, it’s just not right.
I look like the asshole, I look like the crazy one, I look like the worst human being all because I loved you too much.
I didn’t know you could love to much. I loved you too much, and maybe you didn’t deserve it.
But I still love you, and I still want to give you everything. I still love you too much.
What happened to the boy who would go out of his way to make sure I knew he loved me?
How do I go from being your everything to everything that you absolutely resent.
Nothing feels like home anymore. When you met me nothing felt like home either, but then it did. Now, well now I’m homeless.

nimrodbehavior:

ghost-b-o-y:


sunset on mars by the spirit rover 2005

do you understand this IS AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT FUCKING PLANET HOLY SHIT YOUR PROBLEMS DONT MATTER WHEN YOU LOOK AT THIS PICTURE. YOUR PROBLEMS DONT MATTER OUT THERE

It’s almost as if time doesn’t exist on mars.
nailerforge:

ITS 3 IN GHE MORNING IM CRYING

notchicken:

*releases 420 cows into a field* hahahaha graze it

(via the-psychedelic-revolution)

sphvere:

Ah

"I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologise because I miss you, or because I said it, or because I text you first, or again. I think everyone spends too much time trying to close themselves off. I don’t want to be cool or indifferent, I want to be honest. If I love you at 5AM, I’d damn well rather that you know I felt it. If I love you two hours later, I’ll tell you then too. Listen, I won’t wait double the time it takes for you to text me back because I don’t want to. I don’t care enough to be patient with you. I’m happy, you made me feel that way, don’t you want to know? So that’s how it’s going to be. I’m going to leave myself as open as a church door. And I’m going to wake you up before the crack of dawn to tell you that I’m fucking joyful, no pretending, not from me, not ever. Would you like some coffee, would you please kiss me? Here, these are my hands, this is my mouth, it is all yours."

- Azra.T, Don’t Wait Three Days to Text First (via bodypartss)

(Source: 366quotes, via materia--girl)

psychedelicq:

So beautiful

"I gotta feel you in my bones again."

- (via laughuntilwedie)

chichiliki:

Mandalas at society6 here
Artist Tumblr here