Jenn, 19, Glasgow. Pop punk and Care free

people whose header is some shit like “WELCOME TO MY TWISTED MIND”



(via ruinedchildhood)


Island Of The Misfit Boy // Front Porch Step

I stand in front of the mirror and look at my self.
I don’t make a sound, but my eyes scream out “help”
and I start to struggle to hold myself back 
from thrusting my head straight through the fucking glass.

And I’m tired of falling for girls that don’t care,
and breaking my back to try to make them aware
that I’m more than depressed and their time won’t be wasted
but I am just a broken boy that no one wants to play with

(Source: cheekylittledarling)


Probably the best post I’ve seen in a while.

(Source: the-average-gatsby, via writingtherecordbooks)


I choose to walk away. I do not want to risk anything. Not again. I will keep my place and stop hoping for anything more. We will reconnect when I have sorted everything out. I hope you know that I’m sorry.

(Source: , via merchant-shipss)