

If I ever tell you I’m going to sleep and then you see me posting or liking things online for about an hour immediately after that, I promise I wasn’t lying to you, I’m just bad at going to sleep and it is usually a long process that begins with disengaging from any sort of immediate contact with people (chats, for example) and ends when everything on my screen is blurry and I’m hallucinating plot points I haven’t written yet
(via they-are-all-lies)

hasn’t been on my dash for a while, i love this so much, i don’t know why, i don’t like reblogging images of self harm, but this this has a meaning to it, i’m not sure what as there are so many possibilities this is just beautiful
i think it’s showing how someone so graceful and beautiful can also be hurting on the inside. that the people you would least expect could prove you wrong
this is the most perfect thing I have seen in my life. My favorite photo on tumblr, it gave me goosebumps.
(Source: fuckloveandsanity, via just-anotherfailure)