Do not call me perfect,

a lie is never a compliment.

Call me an erratic

damaged and

insecure mess.

Then tell me that you

love me for it.

Beau Taplin || You’re a fucking wreck and I love you for it. (via wascabar)

(Source: afadthatlastsforever)

The Scald.


I need a bucket of water,

To cool the smoking wood inside my head.

Tell myself I’m feeling better,

But the brain’s been acting up again.

A kick of dirt to smother the embers,

Tame the heat and snuff the flame.

Feel as though I am pretending,

The smoke and ash don’t bother me.

I wish there weren’t seasons for fire,

I’ll do what I can to control my concern.

See the brush is dry and the risk is higher,

But if you don’t know the scald you will never learn the burn.


if i don’t insult you daily, it means i don’t like you 


Hey, babe wanna come over and fuck…… stab me to death