darling drugs

an escape from the trials.




Reblogged from sunactivated

(Source: sunactivated, via mindstatee)



“ Maybe you shouldn’t drink so much,” I suggested. “Pudge.” She shook her head and sipped the cold coffee and wine. “Pudge, what you must understand about me is that I am a deeply unhappy person. Looking for Alaska.


nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga NIGGA!!!






Reblogged from trauma-hound
I want you to strangle me, hit me, pull my hair and abuse me. Tie me up, tell me i’m worthless and ignore me when I tell you to stop. I want you to bite me, make me bleed, leave your mark. see how much you have fucked me up..

I want you to strangle me, hit me, pull my hair and abuse me. Tie me up, tell me i’m worthless and ignore me when I tell you to stop. I want you to bite me, make me bleed, leave your mark.

see how much you have fucked me up..

(Source: trauma-hound, via mindstatee)



Reblogged from thelightsarebokan

(Source: thelightsarebokan)

“ My scarification had evolved from a form of emotional coping into a ritual that fascinated me with it’s terrifying beauty. I would lovingly gaze at a bleeding slit on my arm like a parent at a child. Enraptured by its sanguinity. My chest collected scar upon scar forming a latticework of damage, leaving a legacy in every line. not my words, yet very apt.

Reblogged from greenemusicandphotography

(Source: greenemusicandphotography)

I’m so sorry. I promised I would call. I cant believe I would disappoint you like this after everything I said to you. I’m such a fucking hypocrite..

Every new one is almost a competition.. to go deeper, to bleed more.. it’s so viciously addicting. And I was just starting to heal.



I’m not a fucking poet.