closetedbaby:

Me: *almost dies*
Also me: *goes to buy more drugs*

(via cut-down-the-willow-tree)

I can’t fucking do this anymore there are no good days I just want to fucking hurt myself and die

every day is so fucking hard

I want to fucking die

do I sniff my kpins now or wait until the morning ??????????

I just blew a bag now I feel like I’m dying

a-distant-stranger:

BLOW UP MY INBOX.

• _{Would you rather..}
• _{date, kill or marry}
• _{This or that}
• _{Personal questions}
• _{Creepy anons}
• _{Random questions}
• _Advice
• _Love/hate
• _{Anonymous secrets}
• _{Anything you want!}

(via cut-down-the-willow-tree)

subaquea:

ohmyfuckingoreos:

I need to snort a fucking line of self confidence

Its called cocaine

(via cut-down-the-willow-tree)

sexworkerhelpfuls:

““By stripping, you’ve taken the easy way out!” Oh, really? Okay. In that case, I challenge you to enter a room full of men and separate them from your rent. Tonight. Within eight hours. Remember—strippers don’t get paychecks, and every dime you make must be personally hustled. I challenge you to make this money while being only one among dozens of other attractive women hustling for the exact same dollars. I challenge you to have the same charming conversation eighty times over the course of eight hours with increasingly drunk and nasty customers. I challenge you to make yourself seem like eighty different men’s exact fantasy eighty different times in eight hours at $10 a pop. I challenge you to work in a field where your very body is the product you sell, and yet still keep a loving self-image (among other things, I was recently told that my breasts are not “real breasts” because they are “small and ugly”). I challenge you to listen to such misogynistic venom throughout the night that you find yourself clutching your steering wheel on the four a.m. drive home sputtering ” fuck you, fuck you” to the silent darkness of the night. I challenge you to understand that, even though you’re socking away money so your family can have a better future—when the world finds out what you do, you are to them only a “bad mother,” a “bad wife.” I challenge you to be a “dumb slut” in the eyes of the world when your heart is beating with brilliance and art. “Taking the easy way out,” huh? Okay. I challenge you to be a stripper.”

— -Lux ATL (via ellestanger)