the broken parts tell a different story. (via pinhazpple)
A.P (via 3amwritting)
You must want to spend the rest of your life with yourself first - Rupi Kaur 🌸
Here we are
They told me to kill myself, But they didn’t realize I was already dead They told me to be happy, But I knew that wouldn’t happen
So I walked in front of a bus, But it didn’t hit me So I tried to jump off a building, But I was too afraid to take the step
I realized I was too weak to kill myself, I realized I was a failure at that too I realized that if I can’t even die right I would never amount to anything
I found someone, someone I liked But then I messed them up too I wanted to make them happy But I never will now
I thought that I’d be somebody, I thought that I’d help people, I thought that life would be fun, I didn’t think I’d feel like this
But here we are, faking smiles But here we are, dead inside But here we are, cutting But here we are, slowly rotting
S. Renea (via rewriting-the-world)
(via phototags)
Dear Death,
Where are you? I’ve been waiting for you for quite a while…
olerio.tumblr.com (she moved on)
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a week with you on my mind, c.j.n. (via panamaweddings)
Animated a little gif. Here’s cute, innocent, and naive little Bubbles… just minding her own business; not a care in the world.
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