dear tumblr, i have been dope-free since nov. 3 2013.

that’s what’s up.

3 months ago // 4 notes

All night I stretched my arms across
him, rivers of blood, the dark woods, singing
with all my skin and bone, ”Please keep him safe.
Let him lay his head on my chest and we will be
like sailors, swimming in the sound of it, dashed
to pieces.” Make a cathedral, him pressing against
me, his lips at my neck, and yes, I do believe
his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars.

12 months ago // 0 notes

so, i oded on sept. 21, went back to rehab the 24th, and am back home.

12 months ago // 0 notes

i feel so alone. i am very depressed.

i rely too much on evan and matt.

1 year ago // 0 notes

there are so many hours in a day.

1 year ago // 0 notes


We made a healthy, informed, democratic decision to get back on heroin as soon as possible.

(Source: youknowhat-it-izzzz)

1 year ago // 2 notes

i swear to christ, what do sober people even do? it’s been 28 days and all i can think about is dope and these endless days and sleepless nights. meetings suck, seafield sucked, being at home sucks, iop sucks, SOBRIETY SUCKS ugh shoot me

1 year ago // 2 notes

tumblr youre the only one i can trust

why did i get a facebook? people i do not like send me embarrassing messages i do not want to respond to i have no clue how to be social

1 year ago // 1 note
Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them. Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

1 year ago // 5 notes
lost in the dust, dont give a fuck about dangerous
i’m in it for the whip plus the cream and the head…rush