crystallovell

Status: hell is empty and all the devils are here.
Joined: June 24, 2013
Last Seen: 8 years
user id: 364127
Gender: F
my name is crystal, i'm seventeen and that's pretty much all you need to know.
 
i like to drink tea.
i like to watch skins.
i like to read john green.
i like to eat nutella on toast.
i like to listen to majestic casual.
 
i have trust issues, i find it hard to open up to people.
 
i'm a nice girl and i don't bite.
 
xoxo gossip girl.

Quotes by crystallovell


the sun loved the
moon so much.
he died every night
to let her breathe.
there was sadness in her eyes

lost hope in her goodbyes

sorrow in her lies

scars filling up her thighs

the truth leaking out of her disguise

yet she always replied with "i'm fine"

but everyone could see she was dying inside



(j.s.m)
something happened last night
how could she kill herself
with all her might?

 
something happened last night
but little did they know
she had been dead for a really long time

 
something happened last night
i guess the mask
was just a little bit too tight



D.F
flowers have
done nothing
wrong

yet we rip them
from their
homes

and give them
to people who
don't love
us



k.p.k
you didn't love her.
you just didn't want to be alone. or maybe,
maybe she was just good for your ego. or,
or maybe she made you feel better about
your miserable life, but you didn't love her.
because you don't destroy the people you love.

- grey's anatomy -
and her grades dropped
          from a ninety eight to a ninety two
and she stopped eating
         from three helpings to just one
and she stopped sleeping
         from ten hours to six
and these changes were subtle
         but still they were there
and she slowly fell apart
         piece by tiny piece

and her grade plummeted
         she's failing now
and she stopped eating
         she hasn't had a bite
and she stopped sleeping
         she was lucky to get an hour
and these changes seemed sudden
         but they were there all along
and she fell apart a while ago
         and no one could put her back together

                                                   c.
if you can't see anything beautiful about yourself,

get a better mirror,

look a little closer,

stare a little longer,

because there is something inside of you

that made you keep trying,

despite everyone who told you to quit.



you built a cast around your broken heart,

and signed it yourself.

you signed it, "they were wrong."




(s.k)
she had scars on her wrist.
and i was curious, i couldn't fathom why such a beautiful girl
slit her wrist every night.
i remember i asked her "why?"
and she said, "you know how anesthesia makes people feel better?"
that's when i understood.
she continued on telling me why,
"slitting my wrist makes me numb, it makes me forget about
everything, and everyone. it's like anesthesia to me. it makes me feel
better."
on that day i came to a conclusion,
this world is a mystery
- we all have something that makes us
feel better. some people smoke cigarettes, other people take
antidepressant pills, some people let their feelings out by writing,
others listen to music, and some people slit their wrist with
a razorblade. we all have our own type of anesthesia.
even on the best days,

                                           her razor called.



l.c.
i think we all just want

that one person who

would do anything

to keep us from

swallowing

a bottle of

pills

.




k.z.