Bailey.

don't waste sunsets with people who will be gone by sunrise.

no, I do not support self harm, I reblog how I'm feeling and I'm sorry if that becomes a trigger to you.

 

Sometimes the people you cannot live without, can live perfectly fine without you.

Sometimes the people you cannot live without, can live perfectly fine without you.

the-time-goddess-of-221b:

smoochlock:

so my mum told me that as a kid she would peel an apple and throw the peel over her shoulder, and the peel would take the shape of the first letter of her future spouse. naturally, i decided to do it and

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i’m fucking crying 

it says ‘no.’

it literally says NO.

oh my god

(Source: demisexualsherlock)

I was blind. Yes, I loved you, once. At that point I would’ve destroyed every blocking view or taken you to a whole different country with a different timezone just so you could see the sunrise. I was absolutely and utterly in love with you. It hurt, but it was beautiful. It really was. Somehow, it was like you had compelled me and I ripped my heart out with absolutely no hesitation. It hurt, but it felt good to feel something. It really did. I think I was in love with the feelings you gave me, as well as you. I think that was the only good thing that came out of me falling in love with you; feeling something. I want everything back. I want that sweater you took from me and all those witty notes. I want everything I told you back. I need my soul back, my whole being back. ‘Cause now I’ve been feeling nothing but emptiness; I never thought it could get even worse than the way it was before I had met you. You’re a different person now. Or maybe I only had a fault image of you. I miss that fault image I had of you. But goddamn it, you really meant a lot to me, you know that? I really would’ve done anything for you. I kinda miss that too, despite how badly it hurt. I think I already mentioned that. I can’t think, you see. I can’t breathe. Sometimes I feel like walking up to you and spitting right at your face for the horrible way you broke that heart of mine that lies right in your hands. And sometimes I wish it could’ve worked out. Or that maybe that fault image I had of you wasn’t so fault.

So long goodbye - n.h.s [percussionhearts] (via percussionhearts)

Wow, this is it

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bursten:

I hate brushing my teeth at night because that signifies that you can’t have anymore food and I’m just never ready for that kind of commitment

And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.

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how do fourteen year olds get pregnant, I can’t even get a high five from a guy

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thevoicecalledcheesecake:

In case you still don’t understand how badly women have had it, when anaesthetic was first invented doctors weren’t allowed to give it to women who were giving birth because the church said that the pain of childbirth was God punishing women for not being men

carriesfirstperiod:

my mom just looked at a spider at our kitchen and yelled “why do you have to be like that? you dont need that many eyes or legs you need to stop”

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