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i’ve never seen this before

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Random fact: you have better chances to marry your favorite band member than winning in the lottery.

reblog to make a fangirl happy

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They told me to pour my heart into everything I do. So that’s what I did, I poured and poured and poured. Now they ask me why I’m so empty.

(via florential)

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inveterately

shoujoprincessu

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dumbdaisies

person: are you okay?

me, digging my own grave: what makes you say that

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kissedby-suicide

Who hurt you so much that you started to hate yourself?

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Anxiety is the most silently painful experience. It makes no sense and you sit there alone and suffer for a unknown reason. You can’t explain it. You can’t stop it. It is horrible.

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Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern, just the slow erosion of self, as insidious as cancer. And like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience; a room in hell with only your name on the door.

(via kissedby-suicide)

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Tears, tears stream down my face while I hold my head in my hands. I breathe, I try to breathe life into my empty body. Blood runs cold through my veins. Thoughts swarm my mind. There’s so much anxiety I could drown. It’s like I’ve started a race with no finish line. I’m trapped in a dark box, numb. I feel as though someone has blown smoke into my mind. I don’t fit in. People say I’m confident but I wake up unhappy and fall asleep on a tear stained pillow. I will always walk alone.

N.C (via kissedby-suicide)

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I never stopped to think about why I like the rain so much until I stood in it one night and couldn’t tell apart the rain from my tears or the booming sound of thunder from my breaking heart because I too am a storm and all I want is for people to admire how I can light up the night sky.

Unknown (via kissedby-suicide)

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You asked, what is the scariest part? I answer; the scariest part Is not the feeling of loneliness or the darkness that fills you despite the looming pain or emptiness The scariest part is the realization that you have lost yourself completely sinking in as you lay awake at 2am because you lost the ability to sleep and you can’t even cry because you don’t even care

a/d/h (via kissedby-suicide)

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Living with depression is like watching people around you breathing but instead your blue lips inhale words of self-hatred and you know you should be able to fill your lungs with fresh oxygen like everyone else but you can’t. and the worst part is people mistake your chest frantically rising up and down as breathing when really you’re suffocating.

A.a (via kissedby-suicide)

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I can’t do this anymore. Getting up. Going to school. Faking a smile. Pretending. Just as I think Hey, maybe I’m getting better. My dark thoughts come crawling back. I try and try. But I can never escape my unhappiness.

(K.m.)