lividgod:

depeche mode are, quite frankly, the only men in the universe

turnipfritters:

me being carried off to dream land by the benadryl i just took

roses–and–rue:

Extremely unusual Victorian perfume bottle in the shape of a sword, fitted with a ring to hang from a chatelaine.

bpdbot:

thesaurio:

bpdbot:

sometimes i have too many emotions and sometimes i have none at all but i always always feel like i’m drowning

Learn how to swim Bitch

i made this post when i was in A Mood and all the replies are so angst and depressing except this Whole Ass Mood. Learn how to swim Bitch it’s 2018 we’re dealing with our problems

maynard??

babyangel-jpg:

Ur energy will always overcome ur appearance

marcuscrassus:

Paul Delaroche - The Young Martyr (1855)

dearhummingbird:

“But the very content that comes from finding yourself is overshadowed by the knowledge that by doing so you are not only admitting you are a grotesque, but a special kind of grotesque.”

— Sylvia Plath, in The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (July 1950-June 1953)

dressed in black agayn

dressed up like a gay