my sadness is not
a cut for you to bandage
and it is not
a bruise for you to kiss

i am not waiting
for you to save me
i am hoping you will love me
while i rescue myself

It’s been a really rough night. I want to stop crying, I want this head ache to stop, and I want to stop feeling like I need to throw up. I feel miserable, emotionally and physically. And on top of all of that, I’m at his mercy. I feel like I’m suffocating.


P.S. The real world isn’t going to accommodate you and your “comfort.” When you get off Tumblr, there aren’t any trigger warnings. Wearing a nametag with your “gender identity” on it would be absolutely laughable. You’ll have to learn to be an adult and deal with people without being psychotic and wishing death on them.


feat. Italian


Dylan O'Brien




no i’m not gonna lend you my pencil because if i lend you my pencil then you’ll want my calculator and then you’ll want austria and czechoslovakia and then you’ll end up invading poland and i will not have that shit