o, yüce kral.
Instead of telling me that everything will be okay, tell me that there will be days when I don’t find the motivation or purpose of getting up everyday. Tell me the truth. Tell me that it’s okay to want to die instead of brushing it under the rug and acting normal. Just fucking tell me the truth
The word iconic is overused but
I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations.
The nicest people I’ve ever met were covered in tattoos and piercings and the most judgemental people I’ve ever met are the ones that go to church every Sunday.
I will never not reblog this
if you consider a woman
less pure after you’ve touched her
maybe you should take a look at your hands
Plato (via kushandwizdom)
We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.