(Source: dryingoftears)
(Source: pain-within)
All my friends hate me. I’m talking to a boy they don’t like. I apparently need to apologise to them.
If I died tonight, would they care? Would they regret all this for the rest of their life? If the last thing they said to me today, was the last thing they ever said to me? Would they cry? Would they tell stories of how I was the ‘perfect best friend’ and of how much they ‘love’ me?
They only care when you die. I just won’t be around to see it. Death my friend, stop my heart so I don’t have to and take me away already
(Source: emaciatedghost)
Libba Bray, Going Bovine
(Source: lizalberry)
Typewriter Series #61 by Tyler Knott Gregson
