Oh, god, I died. And then I re-died at the end when he stopped like this
(Source: ssavage)
She paints a pretty picture, but the story has a twist. The paintbrush is a razor and the canvas is her wrist
after tonight, talking to dominque about my cutting and all that. She asked me if i ever wanted to go to rehab, and i told her i was planning to last summer and during easter break and i never got around to it. thinking about it now, it wouldn’t be such a bad idea. but right now I’m sane, and I’m somewhat happy. somewhat my boyfriend and some what the pills. god pills work wonders don’t they ? i didn’t take any today, ill take one when i wake up. sucks.
i wish i could somehow describe my mood right now so that you will understand
(Source: whatibenthrew)
