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2 days ago on May 21, 2013 at 01:25pm
i'm just here for the violence
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"That's people. We arrive, consume all we can and then leave. Like locusts." I am a serial narcissist frequently prone to strange obsessions and rapid mood changes. Enjoy the ride.
What are you afraid of?
You are so beautiful, so cute, so lucky to be alive.
Eighteen is too young to be so sad.
You don’t care about anyone as much as they will care about you.
Cheer up, my friend.
Relax.
Take a breath.
You are so many things.
Would you care if I died?
If I never came home?
I could have left, too.
I’m scared.
You look more like your mother every day.
I want you to fuck me. I want you to cum for me.
Please.
I’d really like to kiss you right now.
But this is all just misplaced energy.
I can’t smoke a cigarette with you.
Tell me if you stop loving me.
You are not allowed to love.
Stop thinking so much.
Relax.
Stop.
Stop caring so much about things that don’t matter.
Words are not a career.
Write the truth, but don’t write your truth.
How can one person be so destructive and so beautiful.
How come you don’t believe in Home?
I want everything inside of you.
I want you to give me your world.
Sleep.
No one will love you the way he loves you.
No one wants to watch you burn.
You selfish bitch.
The world will never remember you.
No matter how much you scream.
No matter how much you curse.
Fuck you.
If getting over me is too hard you can always fuck the pain away.
You are the biggest liar that I have ever met.
Thank you for telling me the truth.
I bought your book just to burn it.
I know you were hurt.
Why don’t you cry?
It’s going to be okay.
This is all just misplaced
energy.
“things people have said without thinking i’d remember,” Shinji Moon (via coffeeurlgirl)
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commovente
2 days ago on May 21, 2013 at 12:57am
I feel god in this chili's tonight: allyrowell: some girls value themselves bythe amount of times they... ›
some girls value themselves by
the amount of times they felt his hand
on the small of their backs
or the tingly feelings they felt near their heart
when they felt him whisper their name against their bare necks.
i’ve always measured my life in cups of decaf coffee i’ve had before…
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2 days ago on May 20, 2013 at 11:04pm
Perhaps most of all, though, you deserve to be okay. You deserve to know that a day in which you can just barely get out of bed because you are sad, or sick, or simply not ready to see the outside is not the end of the world. You deserve to know that moments of weakness do not make you fundamentally weak, only fundamentally human, and that sometimes we’re not going to be effusively happy, and that is okay. You deserve to be happy just existing and not constantly holding yourself up to a standard of fake smiles and forced cheerfulness. You deserve to not beat yourself up when you do not reach perfect acceptance of your body, your personality, the love you receive, or anything else that may come your way. Though you should know that you are worthy of these things, learning to be happy just in a kind of stasis with yourself is a long process, and you should know that we are all working on it.
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2 days ago on May 20, 2013 at 09:45pm
One day you will
wake up and realize
that you actually can go
anywhere
and that the places on those maps
aren’t just paper towns
but that they will give you room
to breathe.
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2 days ago on May 20, 2013 at 09:41pm
✿✿✿: lovevolve: why are we so desperate for the affection of the friend who... ›
why are we so desperate for the affection of the friend who never calls, the cheeks that slide away from our lips, the eyes that never meet our own? our grasping hands always reach out for the love we do not have. we are never content with the love that is already ours. if we do…
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2 days ago on May 20, 2013 at 09:36pm
