3 am. exhausted body, mind wide awake.

really don’t want to eat today /:

so fat


Sweet Disposition (Layered) - The Temper Trap

[use headphones]


do you ever think about how fucked you’d be in medieval times with your weak eyesight, asthma and homosexual tendencies

(via guy)

"all these poems about people leaving and not one
about how I convinced myself to stay.
I know what you want to hear-
that I slayed the dragon and swallowed my demons
and laughed in the face of my nightmares
and lived happily ever after-
but the truth is much more ordinary.
the truth is I breathe through the pain
even on the days it whistles between my ribs
on every inhale every exhale
and I celebrate like hell on the days it doesn’t make a sound."
- (via coffeeisneverstrongenough)

(Source: madgirlf, via w-e-a-k-n-e-ss)