She / They, 20.

Bury The Light


 your prom date you ugly sack of shit!


I'm pretty like a car crash, ugly as a lullaby.

I'm Harley-Fucking-Quinn!


тнιѕ ωσяℓ∂ иєє∂ѕ тнє ѕєℓfℓєѕѕ αи∂тнє ѕєℓfιѕн тσ кєєρ ѕριииιиg, ιт ʝυѕт ѕσ нαρρєиѕ ι'м тнє ℓαттєя

And then it happens. That moment when your breath starts to slow. And every time you breathe, you breathe out all the oxygen you have. And everything stops: your heart, your lungs, then finally, your brain. And everything you feel, and wish, and want to forget, it all just sinks. And then suddenly... ...you give it air again, give it life again.