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I’m in pain because the day is ending and somehow I am never healing.
Aug 27, 2014 / 2,808 notes
naginasalah:

Two favourites
Aug 27, 2014 / 381 notes

naginasalah:

Two favourites

Sleep was my serenity until even in my sleep I couldn’t escape.
Jenn Satsune (via hopelesslyhealing)

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Aug 27, 2014 / 4,836 notes
I’m still depressed, but how depressed I am varies, which is good. Much of the time, it’s a comfortable numbness that just makes things feel muted. Other times, I’m standing in the shower or something and I can feel the nothingness hurtling toward me at eight thousand miles per hour and there’s nothing I can really do aside from let it happen and wait until it goes away again.
Allie Brosh, Hyperbole and a Half (via hopelesslyhealing)

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Aug 27, 2014 / 86,619 notes
People think being alone makes you lonely, but I don’t think that’s true. Being surrounded by the wrong people is the loneliest thing in the world.
Kim Culbertson, The Liberation of Max McTrue (via larmoyante)

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mysticalpsychosis:

Tracey Emin, Going to Crackmonoprint on paper210 x 297 mm1997
Aug 27, 2014 / 30 notes

mysticalpsychosis:

Tracey Emin, Going to Crack
monoprint on paper
210 x 297 mm
1997

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Erstens: Ich mache nichts, ich werde gemacht. Ich kann mich nicht erinnern, irgendetwas aktiv betrieben zu haben, außer zu versuchen, es zu beenden, dass jemand aktiv mit mir etwas betreibt. Zweitens: Mir wurde gesagt, dass alles, was man mit mir treibt, der Unterhaltung - in Anführungsstrichen - dient. Ich würde gerne die Anführungsstriche an den Anfang und an das Ende meines gesamten Lebens setzen, und ansonsten in Ruhe gelassen werden.
Bernd das Brot Jacques Derrida im Gespräch mit Maria Grossbauer (via hintergrundrauschen)

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Aug 27, 2014 / 51 notes
It’s hard to be yourself, when you don’t know who you are.
William Chapman (via eumag)

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Aug 27, 2014 / 45,177 notes
You can drink too much
and forget the night before
but I’ve learned you
can never drink enough
to forget the people
you’ve loved and lost.
Beau Taplin (A Most Unfortunate Truth)

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floatdowns:

school
reblog if you cried 

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untrustyou:

Neil Krug
Aug 24, 2014 / 711 notes
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sadgurls:

Went to sleep sad woke up sad

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Aug 24, 2014 / 194,159 notes

queernipple:

if u have boobs ur a slut

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Sometimes I just wanna fuck, and sometimes I wanna be in love, and sometimes I wanna be alone.
Aug 23, 2014 / 395,475 notes