when I commit to a person, I FUCKING COMMIT. if their depression, anxiety or life comes knocking, you bet your ass i’m at the door with a double sided axe waiting for a good fight.
you cant expect people, to always be happy, even if they are in love. because life doesn’t stop for anyone. But you can be there for the good fight.
my god why can’t everyone be like this
what doesn’t kill you
ruins your lungs
dries out all your tears
leaves you lying awake at 4 in the morning
wishing you weren’t alive
i appreciate My Chemical Romance song titles better if i put “Mom” at the end of them
“It’s Not a Fashion Statement, It’s a Fucking Deathwish, Mom”
“I Never Told You What I Do for a Living, Mom”
“This Is How I Disappear, Mom”
welcome to the black parade, mom.
fake your death, mum
the mirror isn’t big enough for the two of us, Mom.