And suddenly, I once again realize how much of a worm I really am.

I am not an inspiring person at all. Everything positive that people think of me is a lie. I’m really just nothing.

God, I wish I could tell you that I care about you somehow.

If only you knew it was me.

If only you could actually see this.

isitenoughtobreath:

beautiful day to kill myself 

Is it sad that I seriously think this some days?

Have you ever woken up one morning and just felt like you were destined to die young?

Following blogs still won’t make you smarter, OB.

You’re an idiot.

If this gets 3,000 notes I won’t cut again.

nowayitsshane:

always-keep-me-in-mind:

keep-calm-and-be-lovely:

hiddenwithmyfuckingsecrets:

aggzicleness:

wildbaconhawk:

hellherewecomeagain:

I know it won’t.

no no no don’t do this!

This has so little notes, why?

I wish you luck with stopping. 

oh baby, I wish you the best of luck.

Good luck!

Everyone who sees this on their dash better reblog it. Just saying.

(via scarsandslices)

Here’s how I’m going to describe Le and that’s it. This will be the end of it.

I feel the same way about her as I do Benedict. Except I know her personally and I’ve known her longer. Anyways, she is perfect. Fucking perfect. And I don’t mean the regular definition of perfect, because everything has its flaws. Especially our race. My definition of perfect in which I will define Le is as follows:

• Extremely talented in more than one thing
• Beautiful inside and out
• The ability to make me affectionately frustrated for absolutely no reason
• I’d kiss her
• Warm
• Modest
• Pretty goddamn cuddly
• Strong as fuck (emotionally/mentally)
• Just better than me in every way and I’m happy with that

Sometimes I really do wish she liked girls. But she likes Jesus better.

And shit, Jesus likes her back. A lot. She’s such a gifted person and I hope she knows that. She’s on the side of the angels.

It’s time for a Cumberbreak.