It’s sad when you realise you’re not as important to someone as you thought you were.

Anonymous (via a-complete-idiot)

Day One Hundred and Seventy-Five

i want to bleed. i want to open my skin and let my canned sadness seep into the dirt. i want it to resound through the earth until mother nature wraps flowers against my bluing skin in pity. i want him to come kiss me goodbye even though he never cared for me. i want him to shatter me one last time. i want to decompose in the woods somewhere, finally having a purpose of feeding this environment. i want no one to acknowledge my death. i want them to be thankful i am off their hands. i want to disappear into lapping blue waves and crawling tree roots. i want to become a piece of something beautiful. i want you to carve poems into my bones and stretch my skin until it is strong enough to save. i want to finally have a reason to exist at all. i want to find my place six feet under the ground. i want to be.

I know. I’m Childish. I’m Stupid. I’m Selfish. You don’t need to tell me that. I know it better than anyone else

10:10 pm thoughts  (via azealia-raven)