Objectify me.

I really don’t think I can do it. But I’ve about another 10 years before that should worry me. I can’t help but feel that I really can’t do it, maybe i’ll never be fit to be a mother.

I think I’ll marry you.

Perfect for s’mores (Taken with instagram)

Some people are just born to be good while others are born into cruelty.

I mean I know that every person makes mistakes. I just want to be the person that people can turn to when they need. You know, I want them to feel safe and know that I don’t and won’t judge because I know that we’ve our set of problems.

Okay that actually scared me but I’m almost sure it was just someone playing with firecrackers but it was so loud and all the neighborhood dogs started barking and even car alarms went off.

OMG YOU GUYS I’M SLEEPING OUTSIDE AND THERE WERE JUST TWO LOUD BANGS AND A FLASH OF LIGHT WTF IS GOING ON

the cuts on my arms are fading
reminding me of a time when
death seemed so beautiful
not to say it isn’t any less
 of a beauty as it was then

it’s just that I am no longer
smitten with the idea of
being in it’s cold arms 

Work in progress

i need halp

(Source: mlisam, via historicalslut)

(Source: anxietycat)

gaywrites:

Religion: you’re doing it right. 

(via sexgenderbody)

all I’ve got is time

that’s all I have, just time

plenty to give.

I started painting, I’ve decided I’m not going to scrape off the paint on the other 3 walls. Fuck it. If they painted it shitty in the first place then I won’t make it pretty for you. You get it shitty just like how you left it for me.

Hope you like it!