(Source: bird-paws, via confirmance)
my bank account says I need a job but my mental health says i need to sleep all day and never leave my bed
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So what? You’re mad cause I dont wanna talk?
But you’d be even more pissed off if I told you what I really thought Eyedea (via eatingbacon7)
But you’d be even more pissed off if I told you what I really thought Eyedea (via eatingbacon7)
It’s amazing how many drugs you find out you actually do once you stop doing drugs. You know, you quit eating acid and downing booze, but you still indulge in food, sex, and six billion other nouns that bury away your so called overall addiction
Eyedea (via eyedeas-never-die)
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Welcome to my private hell
There’s no one to fight now enjoy myself
I’d rather drown than ask for help
I wish I was someone else.
Mr. Perfect, misconstrued
Lead the way, follow through
Probably hate me, I do too
You’re so much like me I feel sorry for you.
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(via fuckyeaheyedea)
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