Life and death, energy and peace- if I stop today it was still worth it. Even the terrible mistakes that I made and would have unmade if I could. The pains that have burned me and scarred my soul, it was worth it, for having been allowed to walk where I’ve walked, which was to hell on earth, heaven on earth, back again, into, under, far in between, through it, and above.

Life is so beautiful. And every time I start to believe it’s not, and awful thoughts cloud my mind, I’m gonna read this post to myself and remember. Life is a gift, a wonderful fucking gift and it’s time to finally begin to cherish it. Nanight tumblr sorry for my ramblings

Trying to stay in control but all I can think about are sweet fucking opiates. I want them to flood my veins and create waves of warmth and comfort and fucking magic over my whole entire body. I’ve gone more than a month without even touching them and I can still perfectly imagine the feelings of pure bliss. Fuck men and fuck women, heroin is the love of my life. Buuuuut my love, it’s time we part ways. I can’t be so weak as to crawl back to you anymore.