Random Pictures I Feel like reblogging

I just want to feel like I matter to someone. Like I matter to anyone. That my life isn’t one big waste. I want someone to love me the way I love them. I want someone to care about what I like. Someone who cares about where I’m going. Someone who wants me to be happy. Who notices when I do something special.
I’ve never had that. And I never will. I deserve this. I deserve to be miserable. I was a whore who deserved what she got. And I deserve to be haunted by it for the rest of my life. I am unlovable. I am stupid. I am hopeless. Why am I here? Why am I here? Why?

outrunmyself:

onthelosingside:

cloisteredself:

if you are not utterly heart melted by these two, what the fuck is wrong with you.

This is the cutest thing I have ever seen. 

Love them. They’re amazing.

Would losing me even be a loss?
(via unreturnedfeelings)

kingvalues:

Honestly after this relationship I’m not dating till I’m fucking 30 word is born