Fake Plastic Trees

(via my-vintagelove)

brrrrains:

Sometimes you gotta let go.

(via my-vintagelove)

It’s really tiring trying to like people
I’d just rather be alone a lot

I wonder how much money I would need to live in a house all alone with books and food and a work out room. With multiple couches to read on. A couple nice places to smoke. A wine cellar. A couple of dogs to breed. Nothing to really do except live out the rest and then occasionally go buy food ect

(via squophie4life)

Why does depression so easily suck me in?
And kiss around my ear, reminding me about fake friends?
How easily it creeps, right into your heart.
Talking of being worthless, and wishing for a restart.
An maybe I need that, or am I just starting to believe?
All those things it keeps whispering, and tucking into my sleeve.

I don’t want to be thanked,
Or told congratulations,
I want to be happy.
I want some real friends,
I thought I had found them,
It turns out they’re stuck in the bends.
Cause they sway and they pivot,
And their roots are not deep.
They bend and they break,
And my heart they do not seek.
They talk and they trash,
They throw language around.
They spit my name up, and smile when they stomp it into the ground.
And giving up is hard, but grow a fucking pair.
No one gives a shit,
You just proved me that through your “care”.

squophie4life:

woah-oh-kelsey:

getting SAPd

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psychofactz:

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(via growingsadder)

Gotta love it

Source: littleregularshowthings

(via observando)

observando:

Life