lexxxiiibabyy:

DO IT. (:

(via leahjenese)

Is it just a game? I don’t know.

(via strawberry-field-)

I could write your name into my arm a thousand times, and it’d never change. I could scream these emotions from my mouth a million times, and you’d always walk away. I could mend this heart countless times, and you’ll still have broken it. Rip the pages, and slam the book closed. This is the end.

(via breathe-hope-in-mee)

(via strawberry-field-)

funnyanimeshit:

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!

(via vaginal-erection)

vaginal-erection:

I choose mech.

Keyboard or Ironman >_>

timsa626:

hahahahaha

(via cheezepeanut)

(via strawberry-field-)

I’m not strong anymore, the strength leaves these fingertips so quickly that they can’t recuperate anymore. The weakness withers my hands as it creeps up my wrists going further up and away. All my scars fade into the wrinkling abyss of my strength leaving me. It’s reached my shoulders now; my arms lay limp, bruised, and beaten. It doesn’t hurt really, the strength escaping me. I can’t feel anything at all, except the absence of motion from my arms. My fingers moving but the motions not felt. Next goes my legs my toes curling under gripping into the sand beneath me as the strength fades past my knees. I cave to the ground knees rupturing the ground sending sand into the air, my withered hands bracing me buckling to my elbows. It’s reached my stomach now as it all zeros in on my chest focusing on the left side. Eventually it stops leaving one jagged circle around my heart untouched; natural. My heart beats loudly in my chest, as my limbs are there with the strength sapped from their being. I can’t go on, but my heart says otherwise. It’s beats become faster, harder, deeper. It’s as if it will jump from my chest. My mind telling me otherwise, it’s screaming at me. Pounding at my willpower, you are useless. You are pathetic, you can’t do anything. The words scraping across the edges of my mind. Piercing the veil of my sanity. Then the blood courses from my heart, sending lines throughout my withered core. I hear a feint whisper, a whimper at best. keep fighting. My hands begin to grasp the sand, it feels like razor blades against my withered hands. But I grip harder the sand becoming stained by the blood that escapes from my clenched fists. You are strong. I hear more whimpers muffled by the screams in my mind. My arms grow stronger as I press my fists into the sand now, trying to force myself up. Knuckles turned white, scratched but not bleeding. My body getting stronger. You are worth it. More encouragement. My legs shaking I begin to stand the color returning to my limbs, my knees scraped my the fall. Blood trickles down to pool at my feet. Never give up, never forget. My feet lay flat not hands still clenching the stained sand. The withered skin completely gone from my body as I look out into the sky, the stars shining down on me. I slowly fall back knowing I had won. Knowing I was strong. Just as my back touches the sand, I wake. I look to my hands, they are fine, no cuts no blood. A single tear falls to my hand, and I bring my hands to my face and sob.