I’m going to break some bitches neck
i love bette already
Reblog if you ever
- - made your self throw up
- - starved
- - took a razor to your skin
- - felt like your not good enough
- - thought about suicide
- - attempted suicide
- - burnt your self
- - got bullied
- - been called ugly/fat etc..
- - or harmed your self in any way
- - cried your self to sleep
- - been abused
- I will message every fucking single one of you.
You think ‘Okay, I get it, I’m prepared for the worst’, but you hold out that small hope, see, and that’s what fucks you up. That’s what kills you.
I think about dying but I don’t want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out of it.
Matty Healy (via chandr-a)
Vincent van Gogh’s room in the psychiatric hospital in Saint-Paul-de Mausole in Saint-Remy
This is super upsetting
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