umbrous:

She Makes Dirty Words Sound Pretty | Jonny Craig & Vic Fuentes

Who wouldn’t let me be all alone, who wouldn’t let you scream ohh into a soft pillow. I’m such an animal and baby honestly these teeth won’t let you go.

(Source: viridians, via raqequit)

Snowing - Pump Fake

“And what do you do with those boys I see you with, or better yet, what would I do if you came back? I’d say no, or I hope I could, but I still want you. And what do you think I would do after you left? Would I stay sober? I think it’d be much worse. I’d cut my arms off.” 

(Source: i-keep-the-wolf-from-the-door, via post-capnjazzcore)

purple-crack:

So you tried to put a fire out
But you used gasoline
And when the congregation gathered ‘round
You’re screaming, “It wasn’t me”

(via kittenmittenns)

critormiss:

Shone - “Baby Shakes”

bis-aufs-messer:

The sea that you’ve birthed is wearing me down

Rookie Town - (sink)

I love this song so much

far-far-away-galaxy:

680 South(acoustic) - The Story So Far

(Source: far-far-away-galaxy, via y0ur-better-reality)

Brand New | Moshi Moshi

I waste all my time just thinking of you

(Source: honkandwave, via readyourhistory)

imalrighttoday:

charleslanding:

montpelliertohome:

reasonforscreaming:

Hindsights | The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows (Brand New Cover)

The beys did a Brand New cover, recorded in Benio’s bedroom. Yolo.

this is real nice!

Tha beyZ

Sometimes, when things are bad, I sit and make lists of reasons not to kill myself. My mom is always at the top. I love her, and I know that if I died, she would be devastated. Next is my brother. He’s gone through a lot and it would be really sad if I died and we never even really got to know each other. Next, I list friends of mine. But when you want to kill yourself, it’s hard to think rationally about who your friends are. You can think that they all hate you behind your back. You can even think that they want you dead. I’m not saying it makes any sense at all. But you can think it.

The first time I tried I was ten and when I woke up the next morning, I was relieved. I was so happy that I hadn’t succeeded and for a little while, I was happy to be alive. But then a year later, I tried again and by now I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve tried but they were all cries for help.

And now, when I wake up after taking every sleeping pill in arm’s reach and washing it down with a bottle of wine, I’m never, ever relieved. I feel trapped. I feel desperate and I feel like even more of a failure and you know sometimes I even wonder if I can’t die because I’m already dead and in Hell. This is a living Hell. There’s no better description than that.

It’s hard to tell the people I love that I want to die. So I spend a lot of my time and energy pretending that everything’s okay. I make jokes. And when I ended up in the hospital, it was almost a relief. Because I didn’t have to act anymore. I just cried. I cried all day. And no one took it personal, no one blamed themselves and the honesty was refreshing.

And I started to look at the patients around me, and I realized that I was never going to get better. None of this therapy was going to help me. None. No medication will ever fix me and I will always have depression. I can fight it. I can achieve all kinds of things. I can make everyone around me think I’m alright and that I’m coping and I’m okay. But I’ve never been okay and I’ll never be okay. I will always be one bad day away from suicide. Until I’m dead. I spend my life trying to delay what I know is inevitable.

(Source: abandon-your-friends / shakedatbootygurl)

Man this song nails it so much. Especially with recent events. Mfw.

Mayday Parade - When I Get Home, You’re So Dead

So say hello to all the boys at the top of this table that you’re under
Lipstick lullabies
This is sorry for the last time
And baby I understand that you’re making new friends
This is how you get by
The moral this time is
Girls make boys cry

On any other day I’d shoot the boy
But your simple toy
Had caused a scene like that
Leave him hanging on the walls
Just a picture in the hall
Like 100 more
Consider this as a gift as you taste him on your lips
And he’s making you scream with his hands on your hips
I hope he’s leaving you empty baby this is just a fix
For such a simple little whore

And your name remains the same
All that has changed is this pretty face
So pull the trigger
It never gets closer
You want to start over
But never start over

Once upon a time a few mistakes ago
I was in your sights, you got me alone
You found me, you found me, you found me
I guess you didn’t care, and I guess I liked that
And when I fell hard you took a step back
Without me, without me, without me

And he’s long gone when he’s next to me
And I realize the blame is on me

‘Cause I knew you were trouble when you walked in
So shame on me now
Flew me to places I’d never been
‘Til you put me down, oh
I knew you were trouble when you walked in
So shame on me now
Flew me to places I’d never been
Now I’m lying on the cold hard ground
Oh, oh, trouble, trouble, trouble
Oh, oh, trouble, trouble, trouble

No apologies, he’ll never see you cry
Pretend he doesn’t know that he’s the reason why
You’re drowning, you’re drowning, you’re drowning
Now I heard you moved on from whispers on the street
A new notch in your belt is all I’ll ever be
And now I see, now I see, now I see

He was long gone when he met me
And I realize the joke is on me, hey!

I knew you were trouble when you walked in
So shame on me now
Flew me to places I’d never been
‘Til you put me down, oh
I knew you were trouble when you walked in
So shame on me now
Flew me to places I’d never been
Now I’m lying on the cold hard ground
Oh, oh, trouble, trouble, trouble
Oh, oh, trouble, trouble, trouble

And the saddest fear comes creeping in
That you never loved me or her, or anyone, or anything, yeah

I knew you were trouble when you walked in
So shame on me now
Flew me to places I’d never been
‘Til you put me down, oh
I knew you were trouble when you walked in
So shame on me now
Flew me to places I’d never been
Now I’m lying on the cold hard ground
Oh, oh, trouble, trouble, trouble
Oh, oh, trouble, trouble, trouble

I knew you were trouble when you walked in
Trouble, trouble, trouble
I knew you were trouble when you walked in
Trouble, trouble, trouble

Too accurate </3 (Replace he’s with she’s and vice versa)

I stare out of my window
And I look at my neighbors
And take notes on being normal
How to wave and be nice
Or talk to a child
Or offer a hand or actually smile

Maybe I’ll learn how to talk to people
Maybe I’ll learn how to laugh
Maybe I’ll end up just like my dad
But I just don’t feel like a grown up yet

I stare out of my window and I count the days
Cause my life’s so fucking pointless
I could talk and be nice or light up a joint
Or go be a friend, but what is the point?

Maybe I’ll learn how to talk to people
Maybe I’ll learn how to laugh
Maybe I’ll end up just like my dad
But I just don’t feel like a grown up yet
But I just don’t feel like a grown up yet
But I just don’t feel like a grown up yet
But I just don’t feel like a grown up yet

Mylife

Crywank//Welcome To Castle Irwell

First love does not mean best love,
and best friends may not mean best friends forever,
but they both mean at some point, somewhere, someone did care
and their memories still there.

(via brbushell-deactivated20120905)

joshfransexchi:

Pavlove | Fall Out Boy

something make my chest stir,

something make my head blur.

i’m not ready for a handshake with death, no.

i’m just such a happy mess, whoa.

tune

(Source: faptrickstump, via fuckedontheinside-deactivated20)

w0rdsineverssaid:

Nothing Is What It Seems (Without You) - Saosin