Summer Ann

it’s one of those nights again. the kind where you can feel the sadness and anxiety in your stomach. the kind where you want to yell and scream and cry because nothing is okay and you aren’t sure it ever will be. the kind where you stare at your scars, wanting to make more. just to feel something other than this ache. it is nights like this that make me terrified to keep living.

I think it’s the loneliness that it’s killing me.

I am in tears omg

whoever timed the film to the music is fucking brilliant this is gorgeous and oh my god i know they’re made of a lot of fat/blubber but this gave me like seven heart attacks

Clumsy pillows

I’ve pulled my tshirt up over my face to try and hide the fact that I am crying with laughter on the coach full of people.

God I needed to see this I love penguins so damn much

Tonight, I was doing fine. Stressed but fine. But for some reason, the later it gets, the worse I get. The image of cutting open my skin until I need to go to the hospital won’t leave my brain. The memory of holding 29 pills in my mouth but not swallowing them will not go away. And I am laying here begging the universe to please just let me sleep. And though these things will not leave my head, I will stay safe. Tonight, the intrusive thoughts will not get me. I guess I just wish they weren’t here to begin with.

im sad for no fucking reason again, cool

hey when the fuck are things gonna get easier