Me, myself, and my issues...

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Thank you to those that read, and thank you to those who reached out.

Goodbye.

“Change occurs when one becomes what he is, not when he tries to become what he is not.”

—   ― Arnold Beisser (via psych-quotes)

(via psych-quotes)


471 days of hunger… 8.14.13
{By: Julie Martinez}
**follow my instagram @juliemartinez for more poems!!**

471 days of hunger… 8.14.13

{By: Julie Martinez}

**follow my instagram @juliemartinez for more poems!!**

(Source: writinqueen, via comforting)

sadclownantihero:

It’s one of those days you feel something in the air. It’s either a serene epiphany, an incredible adventure, or another crushing disappointment. Whatever it is you can feel it. The feeling hasn’t let me down yet.

The feeling never lets me down.

For the curious it was a little of all three.

“I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.”

—   Agatha Christie, An Autobiography (via paveo)

(Source: larmoyante, via curvypervyme-deactivated2014060)

“Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.”

—   Ernest Hemingway (via shialablunt)

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southerngirlk:

lmao mmhmm!

southerngirlk:

lmao mmhmm!

(Source: someecards.com)

It’s one of those days you feel something in the air. It’s either a serene epiphany, an incredible adventure, or another crushing disappointment. Whatever it is you can feel it. The feeling hasn’t let me down yet.

I can’t get over this slump. I can’t see light at the end of the tunnel. I see lonely. I see unhappy. I see pain. I can’t find where it swings back to good. I’m pulling and kicking my legs but the swing keeps going farther and farther in the other direction. Every time I’m about to hit bottom so I can start climbing back up, the ground crumbles and I spiral farther. How much of this can I really take. I’m past being angry. I’m past giving up. I want to be ok. I want to smile without faking. I am grasping for anything to hold on to. But there’s nothing there. But somehow I’m battered and bruised as I fall. I feel like I’ve hit terminal velocity and I’m still speeding up towards the end. I have got to pull myself out of this.

The signs are there. You’re pulling farther away. You’re hiding things. You’re already gone. I won’t give up till you tell me you’re done. But I see it. Hope I’m wrong.

drownedanchor:

Stick To Your Guns - Built Upon The Sand
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drownedanchor:

Stick To Your Guns - Built Upon The Sand

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(via hurricanekay)

curvypervyme:

My words are electric
But I’d rather taste
Your acoustic tongue

Play us
And jam in the bedroom

(via curvypervyme-deactivated2014060)

Started from the bottom, and I’m still here.

Started from the bottom, and this bullshit kept me here.

—   Drake song rewritten to fit my life
kissmeok:

my blog will make you happy

kissmeok:

my blog will make you happy

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