A Princess Without Her Crown

prompt-dealer:

1. “And that makes it okay?”
2. “Are you afraid to die?”
3. “What would you do if I didn’t come back?”
4. “Do you know what it’s like?”
5. “Hasn’t this addiction done enough damage already?”
   
6. “Why are your eyes so red?”
7. “How do you think this ends?”
8. “Why would I ever want to be with you?”
9. “Is that what you think of me?”
10. “Do you know what a gunshot wound feels like?”
11. “How am I supposed to go on?”
12. “Can’t you see how fucked up this is?”
13. “If I told you I hate you, what would you do?”
14. “Should you be drinking that much?”
15. “What if we just crash this car and make it all stop?”
16. “Do the drugs still get you high?”
17. “Am I the reason you cry every night?”
18. “When did you stop loving me?”
19. “Don’t you think you’ve done enough?”
20. “How did things go so wrong?”
21. “When did things fall apart?”
22. “Which part of me wasn’t enough?”
23. “How do I make you love me again?”
24. “How much does it hurt knowing you lost me?”
25. “We’re you trying to destroy us?”
26. “How do you want to die?”
27. “Is the weight of it all finally too heavy?”
28. “Are you okay with having blood on your hands?”
29. “How do you sleep at night?”
30. “Can you still sleep at night?”
31. “Is being high all the time worth losing everything?”
    
32. “Can you feel the blood draining from your body?”
33. “Do you know how it feels to wish for death every day?”
34. “Will you miss me at all?”
35. “Can I have one last kiss?”
36. “Do you understand what you’ve done?”
37. “Is this how you thought your life would be?”
38. “Did you expect this to turn out better?”
39. “Can you really blame me?”
40. “How could you do this?”
41. “Can you be the one to do it?”
42. “Does this mean what I think it means?”
43. “Are you leaving?”
44. “How do we fix this?”
45. “Would you hate me?”
46. “Do you want to die?”
47. “How many more innocent people have to die?”
48. “Can you promise me no one else has to get hurt?”
    
49. “Are you satisfied now…?”
    
50. “Do you even know what love feels like?”

Anonymous asked: What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.

hey-its-carls:

badass-boytoy:

sent-imental:

phanscuddles:

ioanaslovesongs:

janoskipornhub:

whybandswhyy:

odairgothefeels:

extrasad:

You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself

but you killed everyone else around you too. 

this need to be on everyone’s blog

this makes me think..

God bless whoever wrote this.

im crying

I never usually reblog things like this.. but if it saves just one persons life… please take thime to read this even if you think there is no point in living. Please.

please please PLEASE reblog this

Reblog yet again for the people that need this

Oh fuck..

thepersonalquotes:

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poems-and-word:

“I’m going to tell you something: thoughts are never honest. Emotions are. Do not go around asking for honesty in what people think; much of what they perceive as thinking is empty anyway because it’s thought out again and again and comes out refined and muddy. The ones who know how to feel might have to say to you a couple of interesting things or not and when they do that, you ought to know how to listen. So learn how to listen. You can’t make someone open up about their feelings in case they don’t want to. But you can remain open yourself through listening deeply and completely; they might want to talk about the weather and keep it simple — allow them to feel the simplicity…Emotion pours out directly or indirectly each time people engage themselves in the process of genuine interaction.”

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(Source: philosophyquotes, via poems-and-word)

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amargedom:

““You once told me that our fingerprints don’t fade from the lives we touch, is that true for everybody or is that just poetic bullshit?””

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(via natureblissx)

vodkakilledtheteen:

You and I are good

together, please tell me

you don’t doubt that.

When our skin touch

under the covers

we melt into the universe

and sadness suddenly

can’t breathe.

You and I are made for one

another. Don’t you see

how our bodies fit

perfectly together?

Who cares if they say

I’m like a vial filled with

poison, and I’m making

you lose your mind.

The thing is our best moments

are when it’s just you and I

together because that’s when

all the noise and whispers stop.

— Alexa Evangelista, the book I’ll never finish writing

vodkakilledtheteen:

You and I are good

together, please tell me

you don’t doubt that.

When our skin touch

under the covers

we melt into the universe

and sadness suddenly

can’t breathe.

You and I are made for one

another. Don’t you see

how our bodies fit

perfectly together?

Who cares if they say

I’m like a vial filled with

poison, and I’m making

you lose your mind.

The thing is our best moments

are when it’s just you and I

together because that’s when

all the noise and whispers stop.

— Alexa Evangelista, the book I’ll never finish writing

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