February 2010
DUMB BITCH.
January 2010
OH HEY! GO HERE! →
jennacarver:
“Boy, when you’re dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you’re dead? Nobody.” - J.D. Salinger.
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You know, if anything...
“singing lets them imagine their way out of their misery. since they cant go...”
“run your fingers through my soul. for once, just once, feel exactly what i feel,...”
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i really want black and white film right now.
half way there.
She broke like glass till she finally collapsed. And she fell to the floor. Her foot out the door, she was ready to leave her mind at ease. She didnt care what it took because the lies would end, and the hearts would mend. Then she yelled out for the bleeding to subside because she just might die. Peace at mind, and love at heart, her smile arose glistening like a piece of art….
whatever.
we occupied our time picking mushrooms and...
(via suicidaltendencies)
