Stuck in this empty room, Replaying everything in my head, I can almost feel it as much as I don’t want to, I tried to show you the man that I could be, But now it’s over, it’s time to let this be,
(Source: axi0m)
And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
– Sylvia Plath (via tiajjones)(Source: kingsrow)
Via sun handsGoing through all of my posts from like 2 years ago. I was either really depressed back then, or just over reactive.
seriously i dont even remember. its all about suicide and feeling alone. what the heck happened?
i also used to have an unhealthy obsession with read hair and skinny girls.





