My brain is fried
The things you tell me unravel thoughts that have never been exposed until now
But because of this I am stuck in a trance
No escape from this dream world you’ve brought me into
I’m not me and you are not you
There is no real substance or meaning
At the same time everything…
This picture should have more then the amount of notes it has, this shows us that not ever thing is “picture perfect” and that behind that smile and those eyes there is fear. So I beg you to please reblog this instead of a pair of shoes, someone smoking a blunt, and clothes … because this picture is literally worth 1,000 words.
Middle Finger
Is the middle finger in China really the pinky because then people are very rude in England.

I keep going to the kitchen and grazing. I literally started to talk to my bowl of cereal.
Food. Why do you hate me. Making me all fat and stuff. WHY DO YOU HATE ME
and then I just continued to eat, and in my head, food started to talk back











