By the way he
touched me, I
knew it would
hurt when he
left me.

i was right, Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)

intrauterine:

"Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door."

(Source: thissickwonderland)

monchouchoumillie:

-roommate knocks multiple times at my door-

-says something important and apologizes for bothering me-

kath: hey i’m sorry for bothering, were you sleeping?

what i say: yeah, no it’s ok. sorry it took me a while to hear you knocking.

what i really mean: I WAS MASTURBATING YOU BITCH GET THE HELL OUT WHAT THE FUCK