It’s nights like these I drag that razor deep. Crying and praying to God that he forgives me.
If you have ever taken a razor blade to that...
the-dreams-that-make-us-run-away: emptyglasses: Every single one. That’s a lot of notes.
Society: Every girl is beautiful.
Fat girls: Really?
Skinny girls: Really?
Curvy girls: Really?
Scene girls: Really?
Preppy girls: Really?
White girls: Really?
Black girls: Really?
Society: Wait let me be more specific
Society: You need to have boobs the size of Canada, an ass that will put Nicki Minaj to shame, perfect porcelain skin with nary a single blemish, straight white teeth that will blind somebody that looks at them without sunglasses, hair that is thick and flows like a waterfall made of rainbows and unicorn tears, eyelashes that will touch your forehead and look natural doing it, soft hairless skin, and a smolder that will fry a chicken in a basket. You also have to be a size 00 because guys love it when they can see your ribcage.
Society: Why is everybody getting depressed all of a sudden?
irlillian: Childish Gambino//Heartbeat So...
Today, for the first time in 5 months, I picked up the razor and couldn’t put it back down. I just let down everyone I love, if they find out. If not, I’m a liar. A hypocrite. A fake. A weak, pathetic loss. I try to pretend like I care about this life, but I just don’t anymore. I spend my time thinking of ways to hurt myself with everything in reach. How I could kill myself with...