I'm not happy and bubbly. I'm dark and cloudy. / Eyes glued on life and full of tears.

As long as the music's loud enough, we won't hear the world falling apart.
  • tittily:

    my little cousin got bit by a house spider and she was crying so i went to get some stuff to soothe and numb it but before i could even walk out the door i heard her quietly whisper ‘i can’t handle the responsibility of being spiderman’

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  • "I think that’s just it. The fearlessness of falling in love for the very first time, the boundless trust you deal out, the ideals of happy ever after. I think you only experience all that once. Thereafter, you’re careful. You fear rejection, trust comes so much harder and happy ever after becomes only something you can hope for. I don’t ask to be your first love, how could I fight fate or time or circumstance. But what I ask is in spite of being careful, in me you find it in you to be fearless, trusting, and in me you find your happy ever after."

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  • "We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot."
    Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, 2004 (via larmoyante)

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  • maxkirin:

    Neil Gaiman’s 8 Rules of Writing, a remake of this post. Source.

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  • "I love you— I do— but I am afraid of making that love too important. Because you’re always going to leave me. We can’t deny it. You’re always going to leave."
    David Levithan, Every Day (via larmoyante)

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  • "

    The second time I overdosed,
    my body couldn’t handle it,
    and I threw it all up.
    I texted my dad saying,
    “I think I took a little too many pills”.

    And every time I’ve overdosed,
    I always downplay it.
    I’ve always tried to act
    like it wasn’t a big deal.

    That having the urge to swallow a whole bottle of pills
    was something daily that normal people do.
    My dad hurried home and saw the empty bottle
    and he shook me to make sure I was awake.
    I kept mumbling “I threw it up.. I threw it up..”
    while I was drifting off to sleep.
    He had to wake me up every 15 minutes
    to make sure I was okay.

    Let me tell you now,
    it is a big deal.

    The third time I overdosed,
    I slept through first and second period
    and passed out in the counselor’s office.
    I didn’t want to go to the ER.
    I just wanted to go home.
    All I wanted to do was sleep.
    Again, I just said,
    “I think I took too many pills this morning.”

    The fifth time I overdosed,
    my dad found the empty pill box.
    I hallucinated, I had a fever.
    I couldn’t move my legs.
    All I could do was scream,
    “Don’t take me to the hospital this time.
    I don’t want to go!”

    I became friends with a girl who had overdosed
    she’s one of my best friends now
    and when I heard she was hospitalized as well,
    it just makes me realize how real this problem is.

    A couple months ago, another friend of mine overdosed.
    Do you realize how fucked up it is,
    that I’ve done it so many times
    that I know the exact procedure that she’s going to go through?
    She messaged me saying,
    “I took a bunch of pills,
    but I just realized I didn’t want to die.
    I don’t know what to do.

    And I’m screaming at her over the screen
    that she should throw it up and call 911
    because sometimes when someone you love
    decides that they hate the world,
    that’s all you can do.
    You can’t teleport through the phone.
    You can’t travel through the internet.
    You can’t be there to hold them
    and take them to the hospital.

    Your love is not charcoal that can
    absorb all their poison in their life.
    I know, love that you would have done all you could.
    Sometimes words aren’t enough.
    Sometimes love isn’t enough.
    Sometimes a person needs to try dying
    to know that that’s not really what they want.
    There’s nothing you could have done.
    You’ve done all you could.
    Just keep loving them.

    But you see the thing is,
    I got lucky.
    I’ve made it back from 5 overdoses
    without a scratch on me.
    But that’s not always the case.
    My favorite teacher’s stepdaughter
    locked herself in her room and overdosed.

    To this day,
    her stepmother still has a scar on her heart.
    To this day,
    on the anniversary of her death,
    her stepmother still stays home from school
    on the anniversary of her death.
    Her sister is in a bad mental state,
    and so is her biological mother.
    Her family has fallen apart.

    You overdose because you think
    you will get a peaceful release from death.
    It’s not peaceful.
    It is not like falling asleep.
    It is convulsions, vomiting,
    muscle spasms, fevers,
    and sharp stomach pains.

    An overdose is not instant.

    Hollywood has you believing,
    that an overdose
    is how a lady should exit the world.
    As quiet as she came in,
    Peaceful and unnoticed.

    You will go out kicking and screaming
    and wishing you hadn’t taken them.


    6:03 p.m. (I think I’m done overdosing)

    This needs more notes.

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  • paintdeath:

    Tim Etchells

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