I didn’t eat a single thing today. And then I hung out with friends and drank an entire bottle of Pinot Grigio. To myself. And then drunk munched until death and now I feel like complete shit. I hate myself uncontrollably.
- Walt Whitman (via theriverjordyn)
IF U POINT OUT SOMEONE’S SELF HARM SCARS RLLY LOUDLY FOR NO REASON THEN I HOPE U GET UR LUNGS RIPPED OUT OF YOUR RIBCAGE
- Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted (via feellng)
- Dita Von Teese (via thelittleyellowdiary)