nothing can ever hurt me now
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Jenny. 21. Scotland.

Just received a phone call in work to say that a local that comes in to my work has passed away, it’s so horrible to hear especially since the man was friends with my papa growing up who I never got to meet.

It was a pleasure knowing him.
Rest in peace Marshall. x

  -  25 July
"Would I look like poetry if I tattooed words on my skin?
Would I look like poetry if I cut my hair short and stuck a cigarette between my teeth?
Or what if I spend my nights in bars drinking whiskey and going home with different guys?
Would I look like poetry if I wore tattered clothes and ate take out every night?
Or if I took a bus out of town,
Would that make me poetry?
If I packed my bags and moved in with a guy I’ve been fucking for a week who can’t seem to remember my last name?
Then would I look like poetry?
If I covered my skin in blood and listened to sad music,
Then would I be poetry?
Would I fit the standards?
Would people read my words and feel my pain?
Would they get me?
Would I be poetry?"



U know how in winter it gets so cold and u think u will never be hot again and in summer it gets so hot u think u will never be cold again I think that is how it is with ur feelings like when u r sad u think u will never be happy and when u r happy u think u will never be sad. But u will be hot again and u will be cold again and u will be sad again but most of all u will be happy again

This is so relevant

This is so fucking sweet.




me: *dials 911*

operator: hello 911, what’s your emergency?

me: i need someone to cuddle with, rub my back, and play with my hair

operator: someone is on their way, please stay calm

8 Ways To Protect Yourself From Emotional Manipulation.

  -  24 July

Between 11 and 4 always seems to be the hardest.


I want you? sure as hell I want you.
But don’t need you.
- always remember that.

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