Love me now?
Here lies the remains of a broken heart, lost looking for love.

If you’re a teen you must follow this blog.

Think of yourself as a colour. You may not be everyone’s favourite, but one day you will find a person who needs you to complete their picture.

Something else is hurting you – that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.Charles Bukowski (via ze-random-ramlingz)