I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.

You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.

You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.


- HE. (via stayygone)

(via warstaws)

Source: stayygone

Glasvegas released an album last year? Didn’t notice that happening.


Occasional reminder of stuff to look forward over the next couple to that I need to leave myself:

  • Friend’s wedding 
  • I’m going to Brussels
  • Savings for my Sunderland return slowly building up

Oh for the days when a bank holiday Sunday meant I’d be 3 days into a cocaine binge…

Now I’m watching Netflix and eating cheese and crackers.


"I knew it was a problem when I liked it more than I liked doing anything else. I was like, ‘I’m fucked. I am totally fucked’. Like, at first it’s fine and you think you have a dark side – it’s exciting – and then you realise the dark side wins every time if you decide to indulge in it. It’s also a completely different way of living when you know that…a different species of person. It was the worst thing that ever happened to me."

- Lana Del Rey about her alcoholism (via darth-kitty-the-moon-princess)
Source: darth-kitty-the-moon-princess


I understood myself only after I destroyed myself.

And only in the process of fixing myself, did I know who I really was.


- Sade Andria Zabala | Thought of the Day: Self-Discovery (via pri5cillasanchez)

(via momentsforeverfaded)

Source: surfandwrite


The Stone Roses
"Mersey Paradise"
Turns Into Stone (1992)

As I stare an oil wheel comes sailing by and I feel like
Growing fins and falling in with the bricks, the bikes, the rusty tin I’ll
Swim along without a care I’m eating sand when I need air you can
Bet your life I’ll meet a pike who’ll wolf me down for tea tonight.

(via dirtydoubledeckerstagecoach)

Source: thelastwordinstolentelling

If some vile creature doesn’t appear on Tumblr within a few hours whinging about how people only talk about depression when it’s a rich/white/famous male, I’ll be shocked.


Newcastle this weekend! Been waiting ages for this.