Life is shit but that's what drugs are for. And if I offended you, good. Because I still don't give a fuck.

I'm Stephanie. Word.

 

octobra:

if you step on the back of my shoe and it comes off I will do the same thing to ur head

(Source: youtubeofficial)

i found you
but you’ve found
someone else
so i will not let you know

i’m choking on
questions like
was i foolish for
thinking your heart
could still beat for me?

and
am i selfish for
wishing it did?

i found you
but i know
you are better off
with me hiding
in the trees

so i will not let you know.

m.k., “rope swings” (via praises)

A long time ago, before I even met you,
someone replaced my chest with a broken record.
For years, it’s been stammering through
the same old tune.
I want you to know I’m trying.
I quit smoking. I’m doing yoga. And those days
I wake up wishing for death are getting fewer
and farther apart.
No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok
since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though.
I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that
will have to be enough