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93-12-02

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slowmotionbabyy

collegedr0pout

I don’t give up on people. Use me. Burn me for warmth. I don’t care. Cry on my shoulder. Take out all of your frustrations on me. I know how it feels to be given up on, I couldn’t allow myself to bring that feeling on to anyone.

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i-m-d-e-p-r-e-s-s-e-d

why does everything make me aggresive

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i-m-d-e-p-r-e-s-s-e-d

shittyidea

Check to see if your fire alarm works by setting your house on fire

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lets-get-trippyy

p1ssoff

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sadethesuperiorblackgirl

thegoatboy

Every time I tell someone I spent all day in bed and they tell me “that sounds wonderful” I feel like fucking screaming

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b-b-beat

worthyironman

someone: are you ok?

me: [pouring gasoline on myself] yeah why do you ask?

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fightingborderline

e-v-i-l--a-n-g-e-l

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fightingborderline

drecksgesellschaft

alcohol is like a push up bra for your personality

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traumasuggestion

I’m allowed to be angry about what happened. I am allowed to be angry about what you did.

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fightingborderline

fightingborderline

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mon-cherrie

ifibelieveyou

Somebody Else | The 1975

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missyourlaugh

hplyrikz

So I drank one, it became four, and when I fell on the floor I drank more. Nothing has changed, I still love you, I still love you.

Morrissey (via missyourlaugh)

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fightingborderline

angelsfilth

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feurys

egentligen

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wickedpiercer

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thoughtsintorhymes

to be small; fit into the palm of the one who taunted you, curl up into the corner of your own mind, shrink until your body fits into the mouse trap, stay trapped there until it stops. to be insignificant; a number in a series of other numbers, the weight of the world left only on you, a cry for help left in the void, whispered into your own tear-stained pillow. to be empty; full of holes that cannot be covered with duct tape or sewn up with string, a waterfall without any water left, watching the world moving and feeling absolutely nothing.

three wishes // r.e.s (via thoughtsintorhymes)

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