opulence is the end
Whitman is my daddy, Monaco’s my mother,
Diamonds are my bestest friend.
Heaven is my baby, suicide’s her father,
Opulence is the end.
"Human sympathy has its limits."
- F. Scott FitzgeraldThe Great Gatsby  (via turples)

(Source: feellng, via vriginsuicides)

1504) I’m not sure how this even happened. One day something in me just snapped, and here I am years later still trying to figure things out.

"I used to cut myself open just to feel like I was living
But when living is just dying then there’s no longer a difference"