Fuck. I want to get my tattoo finished, dammit. I wish I hadn’t needed to spend a huge chunk of my savings on the other half of rent. I need like, $800 to get my tattoo finished, and I probably won’t even have $700. Maybe my mom or dad will loan me some, and I’ll pay them back when my money gets replenished. This is just so inconvenient.
Sad enough to say that alone, I can barely light a match, but together we can burn this place down. Sorry about the mess, but when we team up, team up, we always seem to bring this place to the ground!
“Be it undead or dogs, they will come for what’s mine.
Though I put up no fight at all, it’s not my fault.
Happy dagger. Make it brief.
Happy dagger. Be brief.”—Every Time I Die (via woundedheartcontingent)
"People think depression is about being sad. They think it’s just when you ‘feel down’. It’s not. It’s like a darkness that creeps over you and fills you. It drains all your emotions. It takes everything from you, and leaves you feeling hollow and numb. It’s not sadness, it’s not anger, it’s hopelessness. Imagine waking up and there being no colour. Walking outside and feeling no wind. Eating a meal and tasting nothing. Holding somone and feeling completely alone at the same time. When you’re depressed, it’s not a bad mood. It’s a numb, empty, hollowness that seems to never leave. It’s feeling alone in a room full of people. You feel like there’s no hope left."