Inside my head.

Moody, emotional teenage girl living in the sweet, disgusting suburbs of Dublin. A lover of all things black, including her heart. A writer of poetry and stories, undiscovered as of yet. Black coffee and sad songs make her world spin round. Boys are beautiful, girls are beautiful. Deal with it. A strong sense of wanderlust, believer of body positivity and feminism.

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i will do a lot of things but admitting im cold to my mum who told me to bring a jacket isn’t one of them

(via your-daisyfreshgirl)

Kurt VonnegutThe Sirens of Titan (via feellng)

(via sultryshenanigans)

A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.

by “Alexandra” Tilton, NH (Teen Ink: November 2013 Issue)

(Source: stellines, via broken-from-memories)

Depression does not always mean
Beautiful girls shattering at the wrists
A glorified, heroic battle for your sanity
Or mothers that never got the chance to say good-bye

Sometimes depression means
Not getting out of bed for three days
Because your feet refuse to believe
That they will not shatter upon impact with the floor

Sometimes depression means
That summoning the willpower
To go downstairs and do the laundry
Is the most impressive thing you accomplish that week

Sometimes depression means
Lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for hours
Because you cannot convince your body
That it is capable of movement

Sometimes depression means
Not being able to write for weeks
Because the only words you have to offer the world
Are trapped and drowning and I swear to God I’m trying

Sometimes depression means
That every single bone in your body aches
But you have to keep going through the motions
Because you are not allowed to call in to work depressed

Sometimes depression means
Ignoring every phone call for an entire month
Because yes, they have the right number
But you’re not the person they’re looking for, not anymore

(via personal-interest-in-you)

She liked broken things, broken people.


have you ever stopped liking somebody that you liked a lot and suddenly notice that they are a shitty person and realize how blinded you were by how much you liked them

(via thetainted-clock)

Helena Bonham Carter (via qoldlush)

this is really powerful. wow.

(via bright—ness)

(Source: splitterherzen, via thelesbianguide)

Why do you put your self esteem in the hands of complete strangers?
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