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butyousaidforever
inritum

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.

THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.

The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.

AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.

THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.

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j-aws

yay its back.

so… I half jokingly reblogged this yesterday cos I thought it was a nice picture… and was like oh wow I only get wishes on birthdays what would I wish for?!?!?! how about gainful employment L0L … and like… I have a job now? That I never applied for? That someone just called me up and said “here, have this”? In a place I really really like? So like… h8ers gonna h8 or something

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words-unleashed

Hey hey hey hey I don’t like writting in posts, but I need to. Because THIS. FUCKING. WORKS. And I asked for something almost impossible,

I reblog this every time I see it

plz plz plz

Guys, I just saw this and I remember reblogging it before, and I wished that my crush would tell me his true feelings about me, and like five days ago, he confessed to liking me, and we started dating. This shit works. Thanks tumblr

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librattarius

omgomg

fingers crossed lmao

wish wish wish

I wished for 5sos ticks and guess who went to 5sos last month

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inkskinned

less hours in the day. a longer night. i sit in front of the window and my mom asks are you going to be okay this time? 

the winter comes and i scoop out. i’ve been better this year, been balanced, been healthy. it’s been nice to be happy. i just feel like i was born with a hole that can never be filled. it pulls the good out of me.

i don’t want to go back there. god, are you listening? don’t make me go back there, not this time, not again, not when i think i finally understand exactly what i’m losing.

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andletliveagain

It’s sad to think that you may never see or talk to someone again who you once considered to be one of the most important people in your life at a certain point in time. This is one of those concepts that I will never be able to understand. 

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patient-finebalanced-kind
And it’s just an old T-shirt But when I put it on I feel wrapped up in you And I’ve been loved And I have been hurt But at the daybreak no one gets to me, No one gets me like you do.

B.L letters I never sent (via im-sad-lets-have-sex)

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delicatepoetry
when i look in the mirror i still see a little girl staring back. four foot five in dirty sneakers topped with skinned knees. she’s got her hair up and a jacket on to hide her chubby stomach. she swallows the answers to questions, she chews her words but never spits them out. too shy to raise her hand, too quiet to be noticed. she bites her tongue at lunchtime, says she isn’t hungry today, just like she “wasn’t” yesterday. her only friend’s got big bambi eyes and black hair down her back, her arms are tanned bronzed, bony, long. she wonders how her friend is a 4th grade girl already on her 5th grade boy. when she’s got a crush, it always turns out to be the boy who trips on his shoelaces to fall for her freckle faced friend. the first boy that ever talked to her asked her why she was so quiet, her words came out in a whisper to fade into silence, he wasn’t paying attention anymore. she sat at the back of the class and was forgotten like the gum on the bottom of a desk. she doodled in notebooks and sat down at recess. she was too afraid to run in gym, she was always picked last for the soccer games. she looked around nervously when the teacher said to partner up, she sounded like crying when she talked in front of the class. overtime she became the punchline to every joke, the boys called her fat, the girls called her weird. teachers made her feel invisible when they stumbled over her name. no one noticed the days she was absent, no candy grams were sent to her name on holidays. her friend always asked if she was too warm in that sweater. she wore that sweater when it would rain, she wore it when it was a dry and high 86 degrees. she found comfort in hiding her body in something bigger. especially when she always felt like a small, pathetic soul trapped in a bigger body. she wanted to be home. she called herself fat at 5 years old, it was validated by a boy she liked at 6. she cried herself to sleep at 7, and woke up wanting to die at 11. she hated herself at 12, she hurt herself at 13. that little girl still lives in a part of my 18 year old body. she’s made a home in the left side of my ribcage, she leans on my lungs when i can’t breathe. she pounds on my heart when he threatens to leave. she sits on my chest when sadness causes me to bleed. she’s there, she won’t go away. that scared little girl is here to stay.

i.c. // little girls that don’t leave (via delicatepoetry)