getalifenow: I’m going to kiss my true love at midnight
Ha. It’d been so long. But now I’m pale, shaky, and achy. Be careful what you wish for.
Death, like a host, comes smiling to the door; Smiling, he greets us, on that...– Robert Louis Stevenson (via i-c-e-l-a-n-d-s)
I have this sick desire for something awful to...
I don’t feel like myself now that I’m not miserable. No anti-psychotics or mood stabilizers for me right now and I’m just dandy. There’s a part of me that hates that. Word salad and social retardation is fun sometimes. After digging myself out of the 6 year hole I was pushed down, I don’t know what to do anymore. And when I say I want something bad to happen, I...