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.

Becky. 15. Im nothing.

elizabitchtaylor:

  • do not comment on what I’m eating
  • do not comment on how much i’m eating
  • do not comment on how little i’m eating
  • do not comment on how healthy it is
  • do not comment on how unhealthy it is
  • do 
  • not
  • comment
  • on
  • what
  • i’m
  • eating

(via rare-youth)