New blog.

Hey so I guess if you like me, or my blog. Follow my new blog. This one was boring me immensely. So yeah!

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Thank you xoxoxo

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onetwo-fuckyou:

It’s really embarrassing when you message people, and they don’t respond. 
I think all but two of my “friends” do that.

I’m really thinking I might just stop talking all together.  

I keep drowning in my own sadness.

purge-starve-cut:

I’m tired of feeling so ugly all the time, I look at everyone around me and everyone is always so much prettier than me. I’m disgusting and I feel bad for anyone was has to look at me at school. I need a new face or to disappear… Hmm?

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inlineforabrokenheart:

I wonder what is like to go through life complete unaware of what pain and loneliness is. What is like to never look around and feel so completely alone even though you aren’t really. 

I know I’m being judgemental because you can never know for sure what someone is going through. But when I see that carefree expression I feel envious, angry and resentful. When do I get to feel that? When do I get to feel what is like to be sad for normal reasons? 

(Source: leftoutofvogue)

wish you were someone else, every night you fall to pieces*

(Source: secretly-hurt)

what is in tomorrow?: Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut...

let-the-angels-be-heard-on-high:

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up….

(via schizi-and-isabelle-deactivated)

maybe i’m just scared, okay?

(Source: secretly-hurt)

Why am I so god damn boring?

"

I believed in your confusion, you were so completely torn
Well, it must have been that yesterday was the day that I was born
There’s not much to examine, there’s nothing left to hide
You really can’t be serious if you have to ask me why, I say goodbye

‘Cause I am barely breathing and I can’t find the air
I don’t know who I’m kidding, imaging you care
And I could stand here waiting, a fool for another day
But I don’t suppose it’s worth the price, worth the price
The price that I would pay

"

Barely Breathing, Duncan Sheik.

(Source: awcas)

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