I identify as “military goth”.

I wake up and the day feels broken
I tilt my head, I’m trying to get an angle
‘Cause the evening I’ve always longed for
It could still happen

This has actually been on repeat in my head the last couple of weeks

(Source: vespertyne, via love-less)

I feel nauseous, my anxiety is uncontrollable, and I realize that if I don’t quit one of my jobs I will fall further into depression.
And I just think how this will be my life, running from one awful job to another publishing my thoughts for random people online who couldn’t give a fuck or comprehend enough to give a fuck.

i love björk.

Can I just say my favorite beer has a gargoyle on it u ain’t about that goth lyfe.