creepture:

This isn’t me talking, it’s the disease. It’s the others that make up part of who I am. They’ve been around a lot more lately; maybe they’ll become all of who I am.

But, this isn’t me talking, it’s the disease. And yet, you’ll still blame it all on me.

It’s the disease.

creepture:

I was gone from the get-go. Born into blackness, an interior filled with hope, into a world of light and colour. Eventually, the black hole sucked me in. Tragedy, after tragedy took away my hope. The colour started fading, the light blew out. This is what we’re left with; a young lady with her hope taken away. A soul which doesn’t long for anything but nothingness. Take me away. Take me away.

katswhichdance:

extensions on her are a no no.

(Source: trashandtreasuree)

lucidserendipity:

Argggh perfect

(via freckledeye-deactivated20120203)

(Source: cjb-10)