"It would’ve been easier to die. It’s not that I want to be dead now. I don’t. I have a lot in my life that I get satisfaction from, that I love. But some days, especially in the beginning, it was so hard. And I couldn’t help but think that it would’ve been so much simpler to go with the rest of them. But you—you asked me to stay. You begged me to stay. You stood over me and you made a promise to me, as sacred as any vow."
playstatixn:

Luxury // Urban // Nature // Fashion
Solutions for Wanting to Die
Solutions for Wanting to Die

writingsforwinter:

Eventually I will end up without enough candles

to keep lighting a séance for the person I used to be

to come back home.

All the melting wax dripping from my bedroom walls

could fill a birthday cake three times over.

In my dreams, my mother shells lobsters and hangs…

"Other people are not medicine."
It took me 9 years to figure that out  (via shante-atthedisco)
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tiredboyclub:

the nodding then the wink 

tiredboyclub:

the nodding then the wink 

candidcatharsis:

so at work our store accidently ordered 700 khakis instead of the 70 we were supposed to get. the khakis in these pics i took ain’t even an eighth probably of all the fucking khakis we have stuffed in the back rooms. we have too many god damn khakis. no one should have to witness this layer of khaki hell. this shit ain’t right. this is all kinds of fucked up. there are too many fucking khakis. too many.


TRUCE

TRUCE