January 2010
34 posts
suicideunderground:
hauntme:crushed:
n,
every single cell in our body is replaced every seven years. and by my calculations that means by october 2015 the person i will be will have never even touched you.
distance has widened and new things have grown in place. nothing is really forgotten but at this point it’s fluid. it’s taken me this long to encourage myself to stop wishing for a return...
Sylvia Plath's son Nicholas Hughes commits suicide... →
I'm hungry.
I’m always fucking hungry. But I can’t eat. Even if I could it’s never enough. Whatthefuckwhatthefuck.
“If you died it would be like my bones had been removed.
No one would know why,...”
– (via godforsaken)
“I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn’t have...”
– Charles Bukowski (via blahfacebrittany)
“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity”
– EDVARD MUNCH (via geneticmutations) (via theugly) (via spermdump) (via funeral)
