I almost tore my Father a new ass tonight! I’m so tempted to still do it!

Fuck you and him and everything right now. I tried to be there for you and you didn’t want me and he thinks I won’t ask for his help because of pride! Maybe it’s because 18 years of my 20 years of life HE HASNT GIVEN A SHIT ABOUT ANYTHING IN MY LIFE!

Today has sucked. And all I want is to eat cake and drink wine till bottles are the things keeping me company in bed. But fuck you all and fuck it all!!

My body feels like shit, my emotions are a slur. My moods are everywhere and it sucks. I want to be alone and I want cuddles and sleep. I’m upset and angry and happy all at once right now. This is so not fair. This will be only temporary but it still sucks.

Maybe I’m sick? Maybe I’m too stressed right now.

Did my makeup today :]

inkskinned:

i am sorry that someone out there made you distrust love. that they walked into your life and broke apart the most beautiful feeling there is. that now you don’t trust family, don’t trust friendship. that you live waiting for people to abandon you, that you leave early so they don’t leave you.

@tinyhaikuqueen you aren’t to blame.

I’m starting to love my body. Not like I didn’t already but I’m honestly starting to love even my flaws more. I’m moving forward and finally doing something. And the end result is my love that I have for once when I look in the mirror.

My body over the course of 2 weeks, day 1 (first two pictures), day 7 (second two pictures), and day 14 (last three pictures).

Someone fucking kill me. Please. You can have my things. Sorry that they’ll smell like me. That’s only temporary.

A lonely soul

The cigarette between your lips leaves a scent of tobacco on your skin.
Your way of washing away what has just happened. Washing away the scent of me on your body.

Pretending and forgetting moments.
That cigarette once lit is your so called escape. Your so called pain reliever.
That fire in your hand lights the very thing you use as an excuse to walk away.

My bed lays empty, my body lays hollow. And I’m simply left with the scent of your cigarette smoke.

What happens when you get inspired by another persons work in class.