(Source: suicideink, via boak-bro)
(via chillin-and-grillin)
Man up
You pertenstion fuck
You tell me I suck
You don’t amount to shit
You tell to man up
At least I don’t sweat when I have to piss in a cup
DUI here
Prison cell there
Ask me if you die I don’t fucking care
Go
Die
Get lost this poem is terrible
At peast my word is charitable
Cause every wors you say is a lie
Fuck ryhming this go FUCKING DIE
Paradox
I feel as though my only motivation to write is my selfloathing and depression. So essentially what motivates me is what makes my life nearly unbearable. The more depressed or the more i hate myself the better my writing becomes,call it a paradox i suppose
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.
—Ernest Hemingway (via sirmitchell)
(Source: overboarddd)
(Source: this--too--shall--pass, via neverforever-nevergoodbye)
Pour me another
I just fuck my own life up
Im gonna keep drinking til i sober up
Pour me another theres a hole in the bottom of my cup
Drink my sorrow til my livers sore
Spend most of my time stumbling out of the corner liquor store
Pour me another cause i can still see the floor
God help me
(via zeelaonmars)
