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You messed with my head and taught me that the only way you can prove your love for someone is by taking your clothes off for them.

Day 167 (via myonlywayoutofhere)

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little-random-thoughts

It’s ironic how our hearts can still get hurt by something we’ve seen coming.

(via little-random-thoughts)

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endless-battless

I refuse to have respect for someone who has no problem talking bad about a person behind their back, but cannot and refuses to say any of that stuff to the persons face. This is the definition of a fake person.

endless-battless (via endless-battless)

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things-i-cant-say-out--loud

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gabriellamariena-deactivated202

People be thinkin I forgot the shit they said. Ain’t no expiration date on disrespect.

(via marieacc)

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re-place-ablee

Fuck people who said they would never leave, but did.

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lonelydaydreamers

Actually

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shaunapolxgist

I don’t care about losing people who don’t wanna be in my life anymore. I’ve lost people who meant the world to me and I’m still doing just fine

Let it go (via nxtstraight)

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gabriellamariena-deactivated202

Don’t let people treat you like a cigarette, they only use you when they’re bored and step on you when they’re done. Be like drugs, let them die for you.

(via marieacc)

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slowly-b-u-t-surely

it’s 11:11 and for the first time in 6 months, my wish isn’t for you to love me, it’s for me to stop loving you

(via slowly-b-u-t-surely)

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beautifulimpairment

just because someone looks happy

doesn’t mean they are

because even a white rose

has a black shadow.

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kissedby-suicide

People think they know you. They think they know how you’re handling a situation. But the truth is no one knows. No one knows what happens after you leave them, when you’re lying in bed or sitting over your breakfast alone and all you want to do is cry or scream. They don’t know what’s going on inside your head—the mind-numbing cocktail of anger and sadness and guilt. This isn’t their fault. They just don’t know. And so they pretend and they say you’re doing great when you’re really not. And this makes everyone feel better. Everybody but you.

William H. Woodwell Jr. (via kissedby-suicide)