I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.
You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.
You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.❞
"you’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness"
do you ever see someone hot and you just think “bruuuuuuuuh”
u know someone is having a rough day when their favorite song plays and they don’t sing along
No one will understand how much this just broke my heart.
theres nothing sexier than a guy playing guitar
a girl playing guitar
a tyrannosaurus rex playing guitar, struggling to strum with its tiny arms, fueled by rage and an inner desire to Rock