Tim Burton should just make a movie called ‘Johnny Depp’.
plot twist: Johnny Depp is played by Helena Bonham Carter
And Tim Burton plays Helena Bonham carter. It’s actually directed by Johnny Depp.
(Source: funeralfrost)
If i knew you would see this, i’d say i want you my life, not because i loved you but because you understood, and i understood why.
forcing myself to sleep, because i can’t stand to be this unhappy and conscious at the same time.
im thinking awful things like “i wish i were wish taylor, that would make me feel better”
i’d rather jump off a cliff than let myself think i’d be happy with him.
/socutmywristsnblackmyeyessoicanfallasleeptonight
it never is that simple
but it’s time to lighten up and find someone to spend too much time with,
i need to get away,
it kills me that i come home everyday,
i miss the way things used to be,
before i loved you and before you met me.
I’m ready to fall.
and forget you’re name.
you’re gonna be here through it all,
to hint my smiles with pain.
it’s something that only hurts when it’s over,
and you can’t be the friend i wish i could hold on to.
and i’m mostly only miserable,
because holding on is what i want to do.
and i’m just going to be a heartless, loveless, celibate cunt forever, because i will forever ruin everything, goodnight.
i wanna cry, i wanna puke, i wanna drink until i’m seeing doubles,
and then i wanna pass out next to someone i love and wake up happy.
nothing will actually make me happy right now, because there’s nothing actually making me sad.
what i did, and who i did it with just make me think of the boy i’m in love with, and every song i play makes me with he loved me again, and now my eyes are watering.
i thought i was done wishing i still had him.
but sleeping comfortably and happily in the arms of someone knowing it’s not gonna be there tomorrow, or even ever again sucks a lot too.
i guess it’s about not being lonely for a minute.
i wish my minutes lasted longer.
i wish i could just be happy with being alone. i know i’m going to be for a long time. why can’t i accept it.
just a friendly reminder that right now there are millions of people having sex and you’re on the computer by yourself in your room
(Source: angusandjuliastoned)
loving my friends, fucking the wrong people, and listening to depressing music.
that’s what i’m doing.
(Source: symbolizing)
