Welcome to my little hell
 I love to write and to bring out my feelings and emotion in my work. You can find things that I have written under the tags "me" or "mine". Despite being a psychology student, I am still struggling with my own inner demons. I am lost, but I am forging my own path. If you need someone to talk to, I'm here. I love you. I care. Please always remember that.

thegoodvybe:

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”

—

(via undo-my-scars)

goodthingsarewaiting:

Sometimes you don’t get what you want, because you deserve better.

(via nicolemarisa35)

theprocast:

i needed to hold

my breath

to see if the earth

was shaking beneath

my feet


but all i saw


were my fingertips

trembling


my hands

shaking


my fears shaking

my heart beats

right out

of me

Kai Masa // unrelenting

(Source: instagram.com)

flip56000:

I think i am subconsciously trying to ruin my own life

(via youresomuchbetter-thanthat)

“ You see, at first, I did regret you. I regretted ever giving you that satisfaction of having me so easily. I used to regret ever being so vulnerable for you. I would regret the memories we had created at 2PM as well as the ones at 4AM. Now, I’m just so thankful for you. You taught me that there is nothing wrong with showing a man just how crazy you are for him, it is not my fault you were incapable of loving me back. You taught me my worth. That I should not lose an ounce of sleep, crying over something that is completely out of my hands. You taught me how to love myself enough to let you go. Because of you, I know what I deserve now and I will never settle. You did that. I am forever grateful for you.

x-overrvted-x:

how beautiful it is to have someone who will touch your scars and not think any less of you 

“ Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster. For when you gaze long into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
“ The drugs are your band-aid, but tell us about your bullet hole.
“ Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.