I Hate My Life I’m Going To [remembers Suicide Jokes Are Bad For My Mental Health] Stare Into The Eyes

Ever since I was a young child, I knew I wanted to be a fucked up creature.

oh oh oh oh where I GOOOO WHEN I GO THERE NO MORE SHADOOOOOOWSSS ANYMOREEEE ONLY YOU THERE IN THE KISS AND NOTHING MISSING AS YOU'RE DRIFTING TO SHORE (where I go)

where I go... when I go there... noooo more weeping anymore.... (oh no no... no) Only INNNNN AND OUT YOUR LIPS the broken WISHES washing WITH them to shore....

touch me (touch me) all silent (all silent) baby just tell me... tell me please all is forgiven TOUCH me consume my wine... consume my MIND I'LL TELL YOU WHERE WHERE THE WINDS SIGH

TOUCH ME!!!!

Shrine at a spring.

Wiltshire, England.

homies is it gay for you (half naked) to bring your boyfriend (also half naked) back from the dead and offer to give up everything so you two can do science together like you used to and despite the fact he’s all fucked up now you still love him and are just glad he’s alive?

holy shit, this is just me 24/7

All I know is read Richard siken, cry, listen to hozier, yearn, think about the goldfinch, talk about Eddie kaspbrak, be gay, eat hot chip and lie

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ I'm down in my doomsday blues ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

physically im here but mentally im in the vegas chapter of the goldfinch

give me the old-school love. write me letters. leave me random notes. kiss my hands. slow dance with me. write a poem. lie down with me on the grass. read to me.

Pls kill me