Sometimes It Feels Nice To Say You Are Sorry, Especially Me.

Reblog this if you want a LONG anonymous message saying what they think of you.

fallen

When people used to ask about you I would blush and look away because I could not bottle my feelings and express them with the simplicity of words and now when people ask about you I have to clench my fists and catch my breath and count to ten because the thought of you and what you did to me feels like acid being poured over my entire body and I just want to push the thought out of my mind.

I cannot even think of you. (via dollpoetry)

Sometimes I get distracted. I’m talking with You - With family - With friends - And I forget, for a while. But suddenly - I remember. I remember what I am, And what I’ve done. And all at once, My smile’s gone -  Every time, I remember who I am.

broken poetry (via br-o-ken-poetry)

Death - Supernatural by *eajna

DO NOT be fooled, this is a drawing, not a digital photo. This is one of my favourite scenes