my name is taylor & this is my horror story

Jul 15

fulmadz:

Call me selfish but I don’t want you to meet somebody that makes you forget about me.

Jul 15

quote My brother killed himself
on the twenty-eighth Thursday of last year
and I missed four days of work
and my mom wanted to know ‘Why’.
My brother
he was always a fan of beauty
but what he did
was not beautiful at all.

And last week I got the news
that one of my good friends from high school
had overdosed
(again)
except this time
she’d gone too far
and now she was gone.
And I had a hard time falling asleep at night
and her mother
hugged me tight
and thanked me for coming to the service
but I did not
want to be there at all.
This is not
beautiful.

The girl down the street
would’ve turned 21 last year
and I can scarcely imagine
the wild times she would’ve
(should’ve)
had.
But she is buried six feet deep
after falling nearly 300
and she did not leave a note.
This is not
beautiful.

My freshman year of college
and my roommate was beautiful
and how I wanted to be just like her.
But she wore herself down
till she was
almost invisible
and if you blinked
you had to go and find her all over again.
So now her parents are no longer supporting her college tuition
but are paying her hospital bills
watching their daughter crumble.
This is not
beautiful.

So y’all can take your narcissistic
romanticizing
and glamorizing
of self harm and eating disorders and committing suicide
and shove them as far up your ass
as you possibly can.
Starvation is not beautiful.
Killing yourself is not beautiful.
Sadness
is not beautiful.
This note I am writing
is not beautiful.

But you
you are beautiful
and it’s about damn time you start believing it.

— (via c-isnenegro)
Jul 15

I hate that I have slept with guys in relationships. I hate that I became that girl. I hate feeling like this.

Jun 22

Reblog if you want anonymous questions.

Jun 22
restinpeacedear:

This is so fucking adorable

restinpeacedear:

This is so fucking adorable

Jun 22

I’m so sick of loving you

Jun 22

So are you thinking of me when you kiss your wife? Because this time last summer we started us. The late night drives to stare at the stars, the secrets we spilled over empty bottles and the promises we swore we would keep. I fucking loved you, all the way through. I put up with sleepless nights so I could chase away your fucking nightmares. All for you to just replace me the instant it got a little rough. Thanks for that asshole. But like you said no one can pull the trigger, if you never hand them the fucking gun

Apr 17

I thought I could save you. From the drugs, the dreams and the drama. I thought it could be me. But you chose that life. You chose Meth. I’m not saying it had to be forever, but I could have stopped the demons. I might be a drunk, but I would give it all up for you. Everytime. No questions. But I guess that’s where I went I wrong. I wanted you, and you tried to give me Meth. You failed. I like my teeth

Feb 23

aestheticrhythm:

you want to be treated like a queen/king but how do you treat others? eventually you get what you give. so don’t be mad when someone treats you like you treat them.

Feb 23

whitelead:

I hear Beheadings is nice this time of year.

Feb 23

virginsacrificer:

why do i always like people much more than they like me? why do i always like people who doesnt like me at all?

Feb 23

aestheticrhythm:

It’s like you’re playing a game called “How Many Lies ‘Till I Hurt You”

Feb 23

spoken-not-written:

tardis221b:

lovetilyoufeelit:

nightsofgunpowderandmagic:

tardis221b:

what if we kissed each other with our armpits instead of our mouths

what the fuck is this site on

fun fact we kiss with our lips because there are more nerve endings which is why it feels good

well I wouldn’t know how it feels because nOBODY KISSES ME

i’ll make you discover how it feels if you like

Feb 23
Accept the crazy

Accept the crazy

Jan 24

I was shaking so hard, I could barely get the door unlocked. I just got the door shut behind me when I sank to my knees and fell apart. I cried so hard I was nearly convulsing. I had never felt such raw emotions in my life. I felt like someone had ripped my heart out of my chest and tore it to pieces. I curled into a ball on the floor and tried desperately to disappear. But no matter how small I got, I was still here. I still existed. And for a short while, I thought I had mattered to someone. I guess I was wrong. I mattered to no one.