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she had the world || panic! at the disco
Creepy vibes, that’s what I’m known for.
Iwan Rheon in the Inhumans SDCC pressroom (via fuckyeahiwanrheon)
He thought drugs were his best friend. He had no idea that they kept their enemies closer than their friends.
Hedonist Poet (via hedonistpoet)
he can’t outrun the sentiments that poison his body. they make him sick, vulnerable, w e a k. they rot him inside-out.
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how do you heal from such internal damage? in reality, he knows he can’t. ——— but there’s no way he’ll be eaten alive by his own conscience.
he resorts to drugs, to alcohol. to the numbness it gives him no matter how temporary.
For you, controlling your power is like finding peace.
you’re a dying thing that never quite dies. still desperate, still trying to keep going, to keep flying— to prove you’re alive.
the difference between surviving and living | m.a.w (via dvoyd)
Hey, I am sober. I’ve been sober for two - almost two days now. It feels like 45 years.
i rely a bit too heavily on alcohol and sarcasm.
i’m not afraid of anything that’s my whole problem
Nicola Maye Goldberg, from “Threshold,” published in Queen Mob’s Teahouse (via dvoyd)
i’m standing out here in the pouring rain begging for salvation. ‘cash or credit?’ they ask. but my pockets— they’re empty! i’m rich in sin alone.
ready or not, hell here i come | m.a.w (via dvoyd)
I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?
Ernest Hemingway (via thequotejournals)
