Anonymous: hey you okay? whats wrong? :( :(

I can’t make it on my own, yet nobody really wants anything truly to do with me, so I am alone with myself.
I am dead to myself though.

The person I trust the most leaves me by myself when the darkness inside begins to surface to the point of the most empty feeling existence that I realize how much of a walking phantom I have become.

Wow I haven’t been as suicidal as I have been today

You know how when you are tripping on something either alone or with a group, you sometimes feel or even see the presence of an extra body that’s around you during the entire length of the trip? During my last trip I had the thought that the presence was either myself, stepping out of my own body to observe myself, and if with a group it could also be you or the collection of our energies together to form next to us.
But then I thought it could also be the presence of a past life.

Anonymous: yo ill be a psychopath with you itll be totes fun or some shit sorry im drunk. dude you're so fucking pretty with your face and your hair and stuff yeahhhh

Oh man I hate drinking calm down yo

Its one of those nights.
Things may end badly.

Your mother did not raise you with a wolf in your chest so you could howl over losing a man.
- read this on here today and i haven’t stopped thinking about this quote since  (via pax-caelestis)

(Source: pluiedem)

Anonymous: what color are your eyes and do you have a boyfriend?

My eyes are green brown yellow
And no I don’t have a boyfriend

Anonymous: what are your ferrets names? theyre so cute :3

F1 & F2 (Ferret One and Ferret Two)
They were given to us and we might rename them.

All I want is to be able to eat without having to always ask someone else pay for me. I hate living in someone’s house and not paying rent because all I make is $400 a fucking month. I hate literally living on the ropes end every day. I hate sleeping until 5 pm because if I am awake I am hungry, if I am awake there are unpaid bills, if I am awake I am scrambling for a reason to not run my car off a bridge.
I can’t ask mom or dad for help.
I’ve got myself and that’s probably the worst possible thing.



I cannot wait to be in your arms asleep, then to wake up at 3 am just to give you those middle of the night kisses, and snuggle up closer and sleep for the rest of the night.

I say this to my weed each night

I hate being a bitch but when you are 22 years old and your acting like you are 12, I am going to throw hell at you until you realise how stupid you are being.