Among the dead.

Among the dead.

“To be loved, feelings must be rationed. To love, the doors of hysteria, fantasy, and madness may be flung open.”
― Anton LaVey


I can’t do this anymore. I just fucking cant. I wish this was over.

I called the suicide hot line twice.

I hung up twice because I’m scared. I’m so anxious I can’t even speak to a real person.

Old habits die hard when it comes to slicing my arm open I guess.

I want to kill myself


i never really liked

my name


until i found out

what it tastes like

when you write it in frosting

on top of a cake

(via wonderless-lights)