I'm your bittersweet boy.

What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person. Hi. I'm Jerome. I'm fucked up. And this is my diary; on the internet for all who want to see. This is my story. If you're looking for happy Jerome, he's here.

Don't follow me; I don't know where I'm going.

Future tattoos

ok so everything’s about you right well then ok

(Source: o0st0ned0o)

(Source: fluffynips)

nostalgic-thinker:

I freaking hate being lonely and down, especially in the dead of night. You can’t do nothing about it. I guess it hit you the hardest, when you’re alone and the only thing to do it think, think and think.

(Source: discolor3d)

wondahland:

I say this to myself every morning

pale rapture: If you only had 4 words to tell your younger self something, what would they be?

livelifefighting:

blessmetyche:

masterofthestairs:

dollfacednightmare:

violetprince:

gabbyv23:

imyournumber1moron:

blackcandid:

desperate-for-affection:

hetarines:

ohlittleweepingwillow:

sassygayromania:

thisisvodka:

mariabloodwell:

hannahinthesnow:

sass-tria:

sassygaymalik:

matriarch-aethyta:

zloi-medved

make better friends, kid.

Future girlfriend is hot

It gets better, promise.

Never read George Devalier

Don’t trust the neighbor.

You really are awesome

Stand up for yourself.

Don’t pursue your crushes.

Learn to trust yourself.

Your intuition’s ALWAYS right.

Your friends are asses.

They taught you lies

chill the fuck out

Growing up is suck.

Save yourself the trip and just tell them

Don’t listen to him.

MAKE SOME FUCKING FRIENDS

eyewash arugula vacillating undercarriage(because seeing myself confused as fuck as to why i would waste such an important opportunity and just the look on that kids face would make future me laugh uncontrollably.)

You Only Need Yourself.

They will leave you.

(Source: mypasswordistaco)

hesnicely:

I’m actually really worried that nobody will ever fall in love with me.

theoceanofconsciousness:

hello and welcome to my life

i have been sitting here knees crossed palms up for so many years
that there are mosquitos crossing my hands with strings of lights because they have mistaken me for a christmas tree

i have dust in the valleys between my shoulders and my collar bones
and my heart is so far rusted it chips off into little pieces every time i am touched

i am looking so hard for somewhere else
and taking so long studying the space in bones from your elbow to your wrist
that i have forgotten my tenth grade history lessons and what it feels like to be sunburned on my chest plate

hello and welcome to i used to believe in the power of gravity and the bringing together of all people and the idea that realness is a thing but now all i can think is that cananda is a safer place for my feelings

this room smells like old rooms and memories