15. London. I'm so tired of waking up feeling alone, In a house that I can't call my home, In a box that's not strong enough to hold, My need to be living not just breathing and feeding my bones. They say that you don't know what you've got till it's gone, But I knew what I had, yet it still hurts as much, so I guess they were wrong.

 


"This sadness is consuming me, I need help but I don’t want to ask for it."

"This sadness is consuming me, I need help but I don’t want to ask for it."

(Source: delicatepoetry)

I never said, ‘I want to be alone.’ I only said, ‘I want to be left alone.’ There is all the difference.

Greta Garbo (via perfect)

(Source: uglypnis)

Rule # 12: Only three types of people tell the truth: kids, drunk people, and anyone who is pissed the fuck off.

Richard Pryor (via bl-ossomed)

(Source: notesfromarmageddon)

thisisthedoctorsdesign:

you see, it’s a metaphor

you nominate Leonardo DiCaprio for an Oscar but you don’t let him win

frails:

I want a smoke and I want to get drunk and I want to be kissed and I want to feel something