Brock08 - Untitled

I can’t even begin to explain how I feel right now. This is beyond cruel, and I don’t even know why.

God I hate myself for not having an outlet or friends that care because I fucked shit up. So I go to the bar because I don’t want to be surrounded by fighting between my housemate and her bf, and I don’t want to go back to drugs. It’s sucks to be off drugs, and trying your hardest to actually grow the fuck up and take care of shit for once only to be seen as what you’ve been in the past. Recovery is one of the hardest fucking things I’ve done, but it’s the best decision I have ever made, and I’m proud of myself for how far I’ve come.

If you’re reading this post right now you’re really cute.

Cassandra Clare

Mary Oliver, ‘north country’

"Beauty comes from the inside, it's a willingness to be more than what you are.. to not accept life on life's terms but to forge new boundaries where things are brighter than they were."

That would make you beautiful cause you are always doing that - eUë

This could not be more true. Once you’re left with only doubt and questions, at some point even the worst thoughts seem plausible as you fall victim to the echoing nightmares of your own insecurities and the memory of everything they bragged about doing to their ex’s or threatened you with “just to play around”. You still care and try to resist, but in the silence, everything you are afraid of finds a hold and starts slowly clawing its way past the things you’ve told yourself to quiet those nightmares.