If Love Was A Drug Then You Were My Overdose.

ok it’s the evening so of course i got a random burst of spontaneity (i don’t know how to spell that haha thank gosh for autocorrect) so here i go trying to write poetry stick with me

i

you

us.

together we

could

be

what the world needs

us to be.

but for now

let’s

be

what we need us to be.

let’s

be

what

we want us to be.

”You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, but you do have a say in who hurts you.”

— Augustus Waters, The Faut In Our Stars

I want to go where knowledge is free and thoughts are always accepted. Where water and land meet in peace, the waves bonding them softly.

—Me, today

I lie to myself all the time.

But I never believe me.

—Ponyboy Curtis, The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton

my boyfriend earlier: (he was trying to do some sort of trend i think) what do you miss most about your ex?

me: that he’s fucking gone that guy was just no no no nope

”The future is but the present just a little bit farther.”

— Jules Verne (I think i’m not sure)

What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.

You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself

but you killed everyone else around you too. 

ok this is to anyone who has read sidetracked, it’s a kurt walander mystery novel, but do we agree that stephen is so hot like the movie him does no honor i mean who does not want to marry a fourteen year old serial killer

lemme find some pics real quick

ok so this is what movie stephen looks like—

and this is what i imagine stephen to look like—

sorry babe <3

It’s more fun to break the rules than to follow them.

— Jace, Shadowhunters