I look forward to halloween more than I did to my own birthday, that says a lot about me….


It’s all a matter of perspective



My new Handmade. Cosmetic bag “Nevermore”


i literally dont talk to anyone unless they talk to me first



the worst is having a dream where someone loves you and you can practically feel them touching you and it feels so real and then you wake up and it’s like the life is being sucked out of you and the happiness just drains out of your body and you feel empty again

the fact that over 300,000 other people know exactly what this feels like too is a source of great comfort

It starts again and I’m struggling with it, but at the same time I let it happen. I’m relapsing, so I let it happen, even though I know how bad it is, which concequences are following, how I’ll feel, how I make other people feel. All I need is a little control about something, so I try to control my hunger.
I’m a disgusting piece of shit, but I can live with it. Ana comes closer and I’m not welcoming her, but I allow her to stay.


so this morning i was playing with the slow-mo mode on my phone, hoping to get a majestic vid of a bumblebee taking off

but instead i found this dumbfuck