The world is a place of sorrow and suffering caught in a spiral of death.

Wearing this make-up seems like a chore, but it helps.
because I actually feel like someone when I'm not myself.

The one thing that may f.uck everything up...may put everything in its place.

There is nothing more for me to loose
my heart is swollen, broken, & bruised.

If we weren't meant to give things another try, our ((paths))... Our ||thoughts|| wouldn't keep crossing...And we wouldn't keep tripping over our feelings for each other.

Beautiful Girl with pretty eyes... A hidden world of hurt and lies. She sits up in her bed and cries. It's hard for her to realize... Love isn't all 'weak in the knees' and 'butterflies'.

All those scars on her arms.
don't worry.
she says they're little notes to remind her
how many times you

broke her heart

By telling someone you love them you're giving them the easiest weapon to hurt you

Of our own black hearts
And draw diagrams
Of suicide on each other's wrists
Then trace them with razorblades

Roll our film baby
This is another one of our
romantic scenes
...so act like you love me