May 3, 2013

It’s weird to think I.used to rely on people, like when I felt shit I spoke to someone instead of just wallowing in the darkness. I can’t really imagine telling anyone how I feel, I can say what’s happened, but never how bad it is, there’s no denying it’s horrible but the people who used to be able to see me cry, only ever see me smile, like I’ve suddnely got mentally stronger. I haven’t, I’m just alone.

Apr 23, 2013

'Bye'

Apr 23, 2013

Loss of a mediocre replacement of a previously lost mediocre replacement. There’s a gap between each, empty like most minds will never experience, understand or possibly empathize with

Apr 23, 2013

Year after year after year after year after year, shit just keeps falling away

Apr 23, 2013

Circles, circles, circles, circles, circles, circles

Mar 19, 2013

so yeh i gave up. i don’t wanna start using tumblr again it just feels good sometimes. 

Mar 19, 2013

shalrath:

what doesnt kill you gives you exp points

(via jessicachastains)

Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013

I’m sorry I lost it my love, I am so sorry

Mar 19, 2013

no longer no longer no longer no longer no longer

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'some one help me', i heard her scream, the oldman clutched her chest, and ambulances, 'oh louis stay with me' and jonny crewes said theres been a murder on the green, some help her, it can't be me standing over her with a gun in my hand i made my baby bleed, it's not my fault she shot first me, and in the green green green, you know that i i i, another young lover diiiiies, so tehy tookme, to a cell threw away the key and damned right back down to hell, i said hey i haven't been home in a while, now i got angels, knocking at my door, whispering weet nothings and i scream 'i can't take anymore', why don't i pop a cap and end it all, onthe green green green, all that i i i, another young lover diies, and i'm not the only ooone, thats guilty of committing this crriiiime, i sing this sooong, so the guy won't see my guuun and a bullet in the heart is juts another problem of workin ooon, 'hey luois, heyluois, take us to chinaa town.' and with my last breath, asked the preacher please, to ask the undertakertopartakein some bribaryy, steal my body and go bury it onthe green, next to my bonny, young and neat, we'll duscuss all the arguments with freinds and lovers enemy's, or wecan't be bothered and jjust stay happy, in the green green green, you know that i i i, another young lover diiiiies, and i'm nnot the only oone, thats guilty of committing this criime, and i sing this song, so the guy won't ever see my guuun, a bulllet in the heart is just another problem of working on. Subscribe via RSS.