(Source: acidic-slut, via s3rendipity)

We all carry these things inside that no one else can see, they hold us down like anchors, they drown us out at see. I look up to the sky, there may be nothing there to see, but if I don’t believe in him, why would he believe in me?

Those times where you just wat to curl up in a ball in the dark and cry, without even having a reason.

I don’t know why I’m in a shitty mood, but I don’t like it.

(via dieyoungandstayprettyy)