This Is Suicide Season

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We stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymore.The days turn into nights, empty hearts and empty places.The day you lost him, I slowly lost you too.For when he died, he took a part of you.


asseroth:

theappleppielifestyle:

a guy at school today was wearing this damn fine red nail polish and I heard these two girls whispering angrily and looking in his direction so I listened in expecting them to be weird about it and the first thing I hear is “how the HELL did he get it so good did he get it professionally done or something you need to ask him where he found that colour jesus fucking christ are you KIDDING me”

I think this is a good example of how the world should work.

(via fat-thin-skinny)

joshpeck:

do you ever just realize that you’re not a good person

(via from-green-to-grey)