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wettpinksz: daddybearthings: crime-she-typed: blackaida: slaygnstonhughes: princessfailureee: hersheywrites: that-dark-chick: wow just wow. stuff like this is getting outta hand, you shouldn’t tell me to kill myself because of how i was born.

If I were to kill myself. Don't you dare fucking cry, don't come to my fucking funeral, don't lie and say you miss me, don't tell everyone how beautiful i was, don't tell everyone you would've tried to help. because you were a cunt to me. So just don't.

birdmans:I just have to tell you a Macbeth story I was really proud of. When Denzel and I were rehearsing Macbeth, at one point, he said, “So how do you think we met, Macbeth and Lady Macbeth?” I was thinking to myself, really, we’re going to talk

trying to tell myself that I don’t need my old friends, because they would have just made fun of how attached I am getting to Criminal Minds, like they did with any fandom I was in…

moondoggiestyle: at my 7th grade parent teacher conference, my english teacher was telling my mom how insightful my poem was about ‘my evil twin’ and how fascinating it was that at my age i could recognize the dark parts of myself but i was just

hemppress: that-dark-chick: wow just wow. stuff like this is getting outta hand, you shouldn’t tell me to kill myself because of how i was born. its ok to prefer something over the other but that last comment was too much. What a piece of shit

finnthebunneh: Melt, freeze, steal (free) for Daichilovefest (@twitter) kuroo: BO I WAS HOLDING MYSELF FROM KISSING HIM HOW CAN U JUST-bo: don’t tell me to resist when he was /that/ cute😤

If I were to kill myself. Don't you dare fucking cry, don't come to my fucking funeral, don't lie and say you miss me, don't tell everyone how beautiful i was, don't tell everyone you would've tried to help. because you were a cunt to me. So just don't.

moondoggiestyle: at my 7th grade parent teacher conference, my english teacher was telling my mom how insightful my poem was about ‘my evil twin’ and how fascinating it was that at my age i could recognize the dark parts of myself but i was just

myotherthoughtsblog: I fear death a lot more. I think this is progress. I stopped letting it be my escapist fantasy. I want to live rather than being indifferent. For a while I was. Or did I just tell myself that, like how my whole life I don’t care

all-i-wanted-was-a-happy-ending: During the day, it’s so easy for me to tell myself that “I don’t care” and “I’m over it”, but at night I just get this huge wave of missing you, and it makes me sad and I don’t know how to stop.

If I were to kill myself. Don't you dare fucking cry, don't come to my fucking funeral, don't lie and say you miss me, don't tell everyone how beautiful i was, don't tell everyone you would've tried to help. because you were a cunt to me. So just don't.

moondoggiestyle:at my 7th grade parent teacher conference, my english teacher was telling my mom how insightful my poem was about ‘my evil twin’ and how fascinating it was that at my age i could recognize the dark parts of myself but i was just talking

If I were to kill myself. Don't you dare fucking cry, don't come to my fucking funeral, don't lie and say you miss me, don't tell everyone how beautiful i was, don't tell everyone you would've tried to help. because you were a cunt to me. So just don't.

leyla35: Not a day passes where I don’t embarrass myself but it’s ok because I’m on the path to destroy my ego so I won’t be embarrassed anymore

moondoggiestyle: at my 7th grade parent teacher conference, my english teacher was telling my mom how insightful my poem was about ‘my evil twin’ and how fascinating it was that at my age i could recognize the dark parts of myself but i was just

If I were to kill myself. Don't you dare fucking cry, don't come to my fucking funeral, don't lie and say you miss me, don't tell everyone how beautiful i was, don't tell everyone you would've tried to help. because you were a cunt to me. So just don't.

If I were to kill myself. Don't you dare fucking cry, don't come to my fucking funeral, don't lie and say you miss me, don't tell everyone how beautiful i was, don't tell everyone you would've tried to help. because you were a cunt to me. So just don't.

moondoggiestyle: at my 7th grade parent teacher conference, my english teacher was telling my mom how insightful my poem was about ‘my evil twin’ and how fascinating it was that at my age i could recognize the dark parts of myself but i was just

If I were to kill myself. Don't you dare fucking cry, don't come to my fucking funeral, don't lie and say you miss me, don't tell everyone how beautiful i was, don't tell everyone you would've tried to help. because you were a cunt to me. So just don't.

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