Tout est temporaire

Pulling our red string of fate so you know that I miss you and crave your soul.

fuck the world, i cant fit in here

sometimes i get so far into my head that i forget anything else exists 

Still reblogging like it’s 2013.

not to flirt or anything, but i’d educate myself on your interests just so we could talk about them.

One of my many love languages..

i feel like im getting worse, more worthless, more useless

I hate when people ask me if i’m okay. like no? obviously i’m not.

i am so so tired of being this lonely. it feels like a slow death.

what doesnt kill u is just another void in u

uh oh made a mistake. surely i’ll learn from it and fix things

you guys are never gonna believe this. I managed to make it worse

i overthink everything, and still manage to make the wrong decision

i have wasted so much time becoming nothing

i think if i had the option to never have existed i would pick that

i wish i was worth anything