Dreams were distant, they were the future
Nightmares came closer and they became the present
The future is sleep, no dreams, no emotions, the future is eternal.

confessionsofarapevictim:

I don’t think people like me recover. I think there are some of us who are really, really lucky, and find someone who loves us and maybe never tell him… just bury it somewhere only we can find it and never talk about it again. But the rest of us, the ones who can’t bury it… I don’t think we ever recover. I think we kill ourselves, eventually. I can’t believe I’ve done this for 10 years already. I can’t do it forever. It isn’t getting better and there’s nowhere else to go.

boondockz:

I wish food could cook itself.

ijustwanttohugdavidtennant:

paintedbreath:

i tried to scroll past this but that one reblog just might save somebodies life 

(Source: morganschanginglife, via tasshryaan)