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My mother told me that you can’t cure depression,
that taking pills wouldn’t fix me and taking six
instead of the prescribed two definitely wasn’t
going to speed up the process. But I met a boy
who tasted better than Prozac. He made it easier
to get out of bed. He kissed me like I was
alive, like I wasn’t empty, like maybe there was
something left inside me. He made my bones
ache less when he touched me. He made it okay.
When my world was crashing down around me,
he picked up all the pieces. When I stopped
breathing and tried to tear open my wrists to
find the last little bits of happiness left in my
veins, he was there to lace me back together.
But he left and I’ve barely eaten in three
weeks. My mother was right.

I met a boy who tasted better than Prozac
rarityofprosperity:

This is my favourite gif of all time, Oli saved my life and seeing this made me cry, knowing he puts so much into making music, performing live and the new album and you can tell it’s a tender song and means something to him. Oli Sykes you beautiful man, thank you for everything.
OI U SASSY BITCHES IF HE ISNT CRYING IDEC WHAT I SAID WAS TRUE AND THE MAN STILL PROBABLY HELPED YOU THROUGH A LOT OF SHIT TOO STOP RUINING OUR DREAMS U PEASANTS
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The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.

— Albert Camus 
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Work hard in silence and let your success be your noise

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I saw my earlier selves as different people, acquaintances I had outgrown. I wondered how I could ever have been some of them.

Roger Zelazny - The Courts of Chaos 
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