Caution! Radioactivity.
The name is Kirra. That is my birth name. I dislike it. You can call me Billy, or Nate. I don't care which. I'm a self-harmer, so I'll blog about self-harm things. Don't like it? Not my problem, I never asked you to.
For once, I want someone to love me for me,
And not just what they see.
I’M CANADIAN. AND I FUCKING LOVE MY BAGGED MILK.
(Source: say-something-now, via iwrestledsatantwice)
i want this to have like 100k notes so maybe someone will look at this and be like… hmm maybe i’ll give it a try..
but imagine if 100k people decided to give it a try, so many people would be happy
(via fly0n-paperwings)
- people at my school: ew your music's so depressing
- yashin: stand up and make yourself count, stand up and stop yourself from falling
- asking alexandria: even though i'm on my own i know i'm not alone 'cause i know there's someone somewhere praying that i make it home
- black veil brides: you're not alone, we'll brave this storm
- my chemical romance: stand up fucking tall don't let them see your back, take my fucking hand and never be afraid again
- me: yeah so fucking depressing
- mom: why is there a hispanic man scaling our balcony with a tool belt on
- me: i am juliet
- me: and he is my romeo
- mom:
- me: no, i'm just kidding please call the cops
