Pugs, Hugs and Some Drugs.
Megan is my name. I'm nineteen, on the edge of adulthood. My blog may contain some triggers such as self harm,depression and ed. I am warning you in advance. I'm bisexual. I'm a baking and pastry art major at Paul Smith's College. I'm just going with the flow of life. Life is complicated, along with me. Follow me on instagram: ixlovexmusicx605 for ugly selfies and shit. Also follow my twitter Sweater_fiendx3

Headache is coming back 👌
Bed, if I can sleep.

Are you alright, love?



I wanna be your “1am I can’t sleep” text(via latelycravingmore)
Ranting time is needed.

I miss my other friends that actually fucking care about me. The friends that don’t ignore me. My friends that knew when I was upset, who would fucking talk to me if I wasn’t hanging out with them. Who would notice if I had cuts, or just would fucking let me say something instead of cutting me off. Who would fucking give a shit if I looked upset. I’m a fucking mess but that doesn’t mean I don’t deserve friends or happiness.