The day of the funeral

Ever since I came home I’ve not moved from my bed
I know I have to wash and apply my make up
Iron the black dress my uncle told me was an investment to be used for the funerals I’ll be attended more and more often
Saying that I have reached that age
This is part of growing up
You must put away childish things
And start saying goodbye to loved ones
Like I should be looking at my families ageing faces like ticking clocks
I must shut down my emotions
Bite my tongue as my family lose tact
Don’t think for the day
Don’t cry

Just be there

kalliopetanith:

gollums-new-best-friend:

kimcuntdashian:

what really scares me is that i’m average i’m not really good at anything or really beautiful i’m going to live an average life with an average job an average income and die an average death with an average funeral and nobody is going to remember me

Van Gogh thought that too

That is really, really inspiring, actually.

(Source: creepola, via onemillion-lovers)

"why the fuck am i crying"

literally me during any situation that is slightly emotional (via tommypickles)

(via yourdefiniteexgirlfriend)

"Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody is fucking happy. Nobody has skin made from oil paint and sunlight. Nobody fucking understands this world. Fuck, nobody probably understands math as much as they claim. You’re here one day and the next you’re not. God? Religion? I’ve learned a lot more about the world by eating acid and swallowing pills. Tell me what your church has done for you? Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from speaking lies? Wanna know the fucking truth? Pity is just another word for pathetic. Drink beer and watch the sunrise from every rooftop. Take photographs naked. Take photographs kissing. Take photographs having sex. Stop making everything about sexuality. Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody really gives a damn if you lost your virginity at fourteen or if you were the president in high school. Wanna know the fucking truth? There is no such thing as the right person. People leave. They change like ocean currents, they leave you with bruises in your calves. And you wanna know the fucking truth? You get better. You learn to love. You find God in between the cracks of a wall when you’re puking your limbs out. You wanna know the fucking truth? Go find it."

something someone should have told me when i was eighteen

Jesus fucking christ

(via am-i-nyctophilia)

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