Just because it has low calories doesn’t meant it isn’t going to get you fucked up

„Und wenn wir ehrlich sind, sind Drogen das einzige was das Leben noch lebenswert macht.“

Ha ha what if I wasn’t so fucking annoying

You really can’t take the hint can you??

i’m drunk too but holy hell, all i care about is making sure he feels okay & knows i’m there for him. i comforted him, rubbed my thumb against his cheek & told him how much i loved him until he fell asleep, i think he’ll be ok. poor baby.. i also keep checking to make sure he’s still breathing every time i stop hearing him making loud breathing noises. i love this boy so much ♡

Nobody:

Drunk me: ↓

en la calle-lle~♪엔라카예~예

veinticuatro-tro~♫ 뻰티콰트로~트로

yo me enamoré de un~♪ muchacho-cho~♫ 으매나모레둔무차초~초

y él me dijo-jo~♪얠매디호~호

“estoy solo-lo~♫ 앳듸쏘로~로

ven y cóme-me to’ el ra**-**”~♪뻰이코매~매 톧엘라보~보

It’s called depression

Preaching about the resurrection of your lord doesn’t make me believe in or want to worship your god. Just saying….

However, I do enjoy the gardenias being on sale.

kwkpoems:

Crater< galaxy

I swallowed a shooting star one night. I looked up to the sky and saw it. It was so beautiful. That I reached up and grabbed it. It tasted so sweet, but the after taste had an odd effect on my body. I prayed that it wasn’t laced with some sort of poison.

A few days after swallowing that star I was filled with such sweet happiness, nothing seemed to phase me. That star talked to me everyday and all night. It was so soothing.

It told me it loved me , but was that because it lived within my heart? Within my body?

Confused as to why it loved me so much, I in return said “I love you too”

That star inside of me really made me feel so alive. Every night before I fell asleep I could feel it hug me, and tell me it loved me. I grew to love it back, even more so.

A few months of this star living within me I noticed that I grew to look more tired, and tears seemed to line my eyes. Where’d my smile go?

I asked the star many times “why are you doing this to me if you love me?” But I was always the problem.

I eventually apologized to the star, for being myself. And then it would say something to make me smile again.

A few months were beautiful with that star, but then the next couple of months were depressing, and draining.

My mental thoughts were always second guessed and I didn’t feel as though I could live without this star.

“What if one day this star decides to go back to space?” So I asked the star to promise me it was never leaving and in return the star said “why would I ever leave someone that I love so much?” That answer made me feel a lot better. I was back to smiling again, tears no longer lined my eyes.

Until one rainy night my star decided it didn’t want to be in a warm place anymore , it wanted to be out in the rain, out in space again. So it left me out of the blue, leaving a huge crater in my chest.

I cried at many moons, pleading to send that star shooting across the sky again. But it never returned.

So for many months that crater in my chest grew bigger until one after another I collected small stars and started to create my own galaxy.

Every star in there made me smile when I felt like looking for the shooting star that left a crater within me.

Every star in there patched up a wound within me that my shooting star burnt into me.

That shooting star left a huge, ugly crater within me. But I came to realize that this is my body. So I made that crater a galaxy. A beautiful galaxy with hundreds of stars. Stars that never hurt me.

I wonder if that shooting star lives in another galaxy, or if it goes around leaving craters.

Regardless though, sometimes I wish to see it in my galaxy, just passing through.

A part of me wants to thank it for leaving this crater in my soul. I’ll turn this tragic love story of ours into something beautiful. I just wish that I never had to make a galaxy, I wish that there was never a crater left within me. Some nights I miss talking to that shooting star.

You buried our love six feet deep but I just laid our love to rest, because you made me.

I loved you, goodbye.

So, I talked to you yesterday. The reason as to how that happened I really don’t wanna write about. But I talked to you yesterday ..

I got to tell you how horrible you treated me, I got to tell you how much anger I have for you, I got to let out so much anger I had locked inside of my heart for months. Anger that made me cry, cry because I hated how much anger I possessed.

I got to tell you how horrible of a mistake you made. I got to tell you how much I loved you.

So I talked to you yesterday, and you apologized. “For everything” you said you were “sorry for ruining my life” but I informed you that you didn’t. You just taught me a lesson, never to fully trust someone.

So, I got to talk to you yesterday, and past all of the anger, you typed me two sentences that made me cry until my lungs hurt.

“I loved you” ,, it hurt my soul that the “ed” was added to the end of “love” and it hurt that you did at one point ,, yet you know longer do.

And then you typed

“Goodbye”. And god , oh God how that broke me. I wanted to hear you say that for months because you never did. But to read “goodbye” hit my with tons of emotions. You’re forever gone.. this is really the end.

I loved you, goodbye.

Come back to my heart, it is home sick.

I miss you, again…

I just wish that I could go back in time, to the day that you loved me the most. I wanna be in your arms.

I think that you haunted my sheets because every time I lay down I smell you and every time I try to sleep I dream of you. Sometimes I wake up thinking that you are next to me, but then I realize that you have not kept me warm at night in 10 weeks. You promised me forever, yet here I am alone. Did you find another girl named Lauren that you “love” all  throughout your bones?

*drinks another shot*

My brain to me: what are you doing?

My liver to me: what are you doing?

My stomach to me: what are you doing?

Me to my ex: what are you doing?