
(Source: fr4nkenteen, via burningnuns)

(via krankenhaus)
I have no dreams. I have no reason. I want nothing from life

(via krankenhaus)

(via krankenhaus)
I’m depressed. I keep binging and purging. I keep wondering about my life. What is the point to it? Will there ever be a point to it? Will I ever be happy?

(via thefingerfucker)
"I do have friends, but they don’t know me, only someone I’ve created to take my place. Someone sculpted from ice. I keep the melted me bottled up inside. Where no one can touch her, until, unbidden, she comes pouring out. "


