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“The timing wasn’t wrong. Who we were at the time was wrong.”
— sandralidell (via wnq-writers)
Source: wnq-writers.com
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Me: *overshares when I’m anxious*
Me: *anxious when I overshare*
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Please follow my blog
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Mentally exhausted; physically restless.
broken thoughts (via br-o-ken-poetry)
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One of the hardest things is to watch someone slowly lose interest in you.
(via xhinniegempatootie)
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mae0x
yeah this whole pretending that im happy thing is getting exhausting
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edgeandvoidfriction-deactivated
You’re under no obligation to be the same person you were five minutes ago.
Unknown (via bled)
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I want to go on a roadtrip. I want to sleep in crappy motels. I want to sing along to happy songs while driving. I want to watch the sun rise in a different city every morning. I want to take pictures of new places. I just want to go.
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IT REALLY SUCKS THAT NO ONE THINKS YOU’RE STRUGGLING UNLESS YOU LOOK LIKE YOU’RE DYING ON THE OUTSIDE.
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I still love you. I think I’ll always love you, in my own messy way.
I know we both hurt each other, I know we both blamed the other. But that didn’t mean I had to take my heart back.
Because believe me, I tried. I tried every day on the nights that seemed the most loneliest, but you still hold a part of my heart that no matter how hard I tug, it just won’t budge.
And even though it’s all over now, I want you to know that I cared. In my own messy dysfunctional way, I cared. Even if it didn’t seem like it to you, I did. I really did.
And even after all this time, you’re on my mind. And maybe that doesn’t mean amything but you’re still in my head and that’s something. It still counts for something.
And I guess what I’m trying to say is, I still love you.
A.M// prompt for anon I STILL LOVE YOU (via tullipsink)
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a suicide note
if you haven’t noticed the scars on my hips or the fake smiley on my lips or the forced laugh that i’ve adopted or the way i don’t care about the things i used to love, then don’t you dare stand at my grave and cry
how can you cry for someone that you don’t even know?
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Sleep long enough to forget.
Jaida Mostafa (via quotemadness)
Source: quotemadness.com
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violentwavesofemotion-deactivat
Nothing, nothing. Emptiness, boredom, no, not boredom, merely emptiness, meaninglessness, weakness.
Franz Kafka, from a diary entry (via suicxz)
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And my thoughts are real, solid things. They’re heavy. My head hurts, from carrying them around all the time. I want to just open it up and take them out, to feel light and free again. My skull feels too small for them all.
broken thoughts (via br-o-ken-poetry)
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To all you overthinkers (including me): take a breath, it’s going to be fine. I promise