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I think about me after I die; how wonderful It’ll feel.

I want to see my mother. We could sit on the clouds together, both having wings on our backs.

1 am

I don’t sleep anymore.
I avoid the mirror, but when I do take the risk of looking, I’m angry, I’m disgusted.
Why can’t I be pretty looking through my eyes?
I hate food. I hate how it controls me. I hate how I let it control me.
Will I ever be free?

Its normal to outgrow people. Someday you’ll find that you’d rather sit in your own thoughts than chill with friends.. And thats ok..
Reyna Biddy (via kushandwizdom)
8889) Save me from myself.
Dirt races and his green eyes

How does one get so lost in ones eyes? Someone that’s irresistible. You just want nothing more then to look as long as you can, but you end up forcing yourself to look away.

Such a comfortable sixteen year old presence.

satanic-suicide-joker:

‡Carpe Noctem and enjoy the Insanity☾

satanic-suicide-joker:

‡Carpe Noctem and enjoy the Insanity☾

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