Everyones greatest fantasy is to walk away from the life (they think)you lead

Sometimes when it looks like I'm deep in thought I'm just trying not to have a conversation with people.

The hardest thing about depression is that it is addictive. It begins to feel uncomfortable not to be depressed. You feel guilty for feeling happy.

You can live with me in this house I've built out of writers blocks.

I'm an insomniac, my mind works the night shift.

He sang “I wish I weren’t me” over and over again just flat of the key of love until he forgot the words and could only hum along. Everyday was the same. The same stupid smile on the same stupid boy. Until the days blurred into a haze and the boy dropped into a depression. Not a cool dark room and cigarette depression like the songs he loved, but one that felt like he was being smothered by a safe, suburban, monotonous blanket. Everything felt like a headache to the boy. Every face, every stupid stuttered sentence all wrapped up into the biggest headache ever. So the boy took an aspirin. And another and another and then went to sleep, lullabyed by hopes he would never wake up to.

He hugged her tight, mixing their tears to be bottled and fermented, so they could be drunk on each other when this was all over.

I wonder if killing yourself is the only thing you can control in your entire life, and that's why it's a sin. Because you're beating God at his own game.

The silence is the worst part of any fight, because it's made up of all the things we wish we could say, if only we had the guts.

Ghost towns filled with sad people who settled for what life offered them. The road unfurls before us. Everything is possible. I feel sick to my stomach.

First he threw out all of his records, trashed his heart and then he went to sleep.

The stars crossed and The Boy wished he could have hung himself on them.

Fear owns me because I let it. Because I obsess over it, name it, raise it, and nurture it to become perfect. It is one of the few things in my life that I can control.

He felt like the last bullet in a gun meant for revenge, sealed with a kiss.

I'm gay above the waist.

These jeans looked so good on me when I looked in the mirror I wanted to fuck myself.

Life is a deep and contemplative story stuck on repeat. love, loss, self-destruction, self-discovery

We’re sick of hearing people say, “That band is so gay,” or “Those guys are fags.” Gay is not a synonym for shitty. If you wanna say something’s shitty, say it’s shitty. Stop being such homophobic assholes.

He sharpened his flaws and disappointments into daggers.