You’re laying in bed and you’re staring at the ceiling,
but it’s not the ceiling you’re seeing because it’s 3 AM
and your bedroom is a black hole.

The pressure—
from life and expectations and everything you haven’t said out loud—
feels like a knife in your chest and you’re having trouble breathing.

Your teeth are clicking together
with the words you can’t make yourself say,
but you’re trying so hard to make sense of everything clouding your brain.

You made homes out of people,
even though they told you not to.
They warned you but darling you never listen, do you?

You’re laying in bed alone and you’re shaking.
And you can’t stop shaking.
And you won’t stop shaking.

3 AM feels like hell ; s.m. (via styleshockey)

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I don’t want to get attached to anyone anymore, it only destroys me in the end Unknown (via stevenbong)

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Oh Well, Oh Well by Mayday Parade

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i’m sick of the things i do when i’m nervous, like cleaning the oven or checking my tires, or counting the numbers of tiles in the ceiling. head for the hills the kitchens on fire. i used to rely on self medication, i guess i still do that from time to time. but i’m getting better at fighting the future, “some day you’ll be fine” yeah, i feel just fine. tell me that it’s alright. yeah, everything is alright. oh please, tell me that you’re alright. yeah, everything is alright.

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Falling in love with yourself first doesn’t make you vain or selfish, it makes you indestructible. Things I’ll teach my children (via aworldofexperiences)

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