sharonosbourne:

is it possible to kill yourself with ice cream somehow because that’s how I want to die

(via apatheticghost)

Who am I
Lost in a storm of expectation and flaws
blind and hidden behind a puff of smoke
‘I don’t know you anymore’
You don’t know who you thought you saw
maybe I’m not your perfect combination of quirks
nor do I wear the mistakes and flaws you’ve given me
I’m sorry
I wear my own blanked of self-hatred
and disapointment hangs in my mouth
like the taste of tobacco and mint
I tell you ‘I don’t care’
and for a second I believe, the complexity of my mind has simplified to those three over used words
‘I don’t care’
but a sprinkle of honesty is missing
we all care who we are
until the question is answered
when we are stripped of our dying breath
and life can stop manipulating us
into a bundle of self-proclaimed flaws.

-KWH