I never realized what a big deal that was. How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.
It’s a disorder for the wicked
A term for the sick
We all have a want for the taste of self destruction
We don’t even care what it is.
Smoke, drink, cut, and sleep
You have even stumbled upon pills for a chance to be free
They are all some form of release.
An escape from reality
A way to put you at ease.
What happens when this release becomes a thing a dependence.
Is it still considered a release.
What could be going so wrong that you have a demand for this?
Now you are never at ease.
Your release is now a chore
A new thing to control you
Now what will you do?
That thing you were running from seems so small now
What choice is there to choose?
I’m not trying to be inconsiderate but what is there for me to do?
I choose him over you
If it were meant to be you would have put up more of a fight
Instead you just shook your head and stepped aside
You came as quickly as you left
Without even a sound of remorse on your breath
I breathed in deep accepting the choices I had made
Because now I see you had never planned to stay
me to everyone in my life(via bohemianspirit)
I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.
I don’t think people understand how stressful it is to explain what’s going on in your head when you don’t even understand it yourself.
"Because I will recklessly abandon all insecurities and expose my true self to the world. I will become immune to the impact of your opinion and stand naked in a crowd of ideas; comfortable in knowing that while you married the mundane I explored the exceptional."
I don’t have a ”type”. If I like you, I like you.
And if I like you, you’re pretty special.
Because I hate everyone.
ok but what if like. werewolves transform under the full moon but theres just this one and by day hes a big tough guy and then when he transforms hes a tiny dog. just fucking. just fucking turns into the tiniest, fluffiest dog
imagine that howling at the moon
Truly a ferocious predator.
And lastly: (He’s the pack leader obviously)
the big wolves are his younger sisters
oh my fucking god it got better