February 2012
40 posts
“I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness,...”
– Charles Bukowski (via undeadlife)
undeadlife:
My past eats at me,
It picks at my bones
it tears me to shreds
until there is barely anything left.
I could have been everything and more
But now I’m only full of regrets.
They keep me sitting at the edge of my bed
with my head between my knees
I am just a disease.
Reblog if you live in Massachusetts.
undeadlife:
Woah this had like 100 notes yesterday…didnt realize so many people from Mass are on tumblr.
Reblog if you live in Massachusetts.
