Of Each Of The Things That We Have Each Written,

I’m scared of nothing

of the thought that this is it

my life that has gone to complete fucking shit

while I lay here, not dead

I look at the stars

and convince myself I’m connected to mars

because life sucks

and I’m too scared of nothing

to actually fucking do something

unlike my mother

I will not pray

I’ll probably make up some conspiracy

I won’t sleep

the nightmares keep me awake

I can’t help that every smile is fake

I cry every night

to deal with the stress

because no one cares that I’m fucking depressed

- jfs

please please please please reblog if you’re a writer and have at some point felt like your writing is getting worse. I need to know if I’m the only one who’s struggling with these thoughts

To any suicidal followers I may have: This is a sign to not kill yourself. You are loved and the world is special because you are in it. Keep holding on.

-PLEASE REBLOG THIS YOU MAYBE ARE SAVING SOMEONES LIFE

You are special and amazing , If you need to talk or some help send me a dm and I will talk to you.

If hurting me does not hurt you, you don’t love me. You’re using me.

k.b // by jerry flowers jr

“How a person reacts to your sadness says a lot about how long they’re going to be in your life.”

— S. Z.

You once made a promise to yourself: if you ever met a time traveler, it wouldn't be a big deal. You’d tell them the date, the most important political conflict, a recent technology, and send them on their way. You now encounter a time traveler nearly every week.

"lonely"