I still think my body is trying to kill me. Even after I’ve stopped (actively) trying to kill myself, my body still pushes on tirelessly. I’d be so happy if it turned out I’m a hypochondriac. I never thought the idea would be comforting, but here I am.
I’m just so tired. School ending will do wonders for my bones and ligaments. And my brain.
(Source: losinghead)
Even if you stop caring.
(Source: youjustinspiredme)
yup
(Source: goldenspine)
Mine had footnotes.
(Source: etherealfrenzy)
So fuck off.
(Source: everything-inspiring)