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I just wanna cuddle and listen to the rain
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There’s a certain level of emptiness inside that I can’t write about, I have tried– I tend to come up short, does anyone else feel this sort of thing? I feel like there’s a piece of me that I should be throwing away, or is it because I don’t know how to keep anything for myself? Heavy lies the heart that gives too much, too often. Maybe I’m too emotional, but it’s still there. One second everything is fine, the very next all hell breaks loose. Am I doomed to feel this sort of thing? Alas, there’s this haunting feeling creeping down my spine, there’s a hand piercing its way out from inside of my chest– I don’t want to live is a mantra for some days, does it go away? If so, how?
(via everylittlepieceofyou)
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atmoxphere
Source: atmoxphere
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hopeless romantic with trust issues and a sex drive out the roof
Source: inner
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raydioaktive
33,363 notes, well done society
tearyimages
57,307 funny….. You guys are all beautiful
judgem3ntal-fucks
68,507 is too big :(
74,403 think completely wrong about their selves
scarredwristsandrazorblades
92, 082 no guys stop :(
fuer-immer-liebe
125.387 People reblogged this, but i can’t even find one ugly person
deathonabedofroses
296, 615 beautiful faces, bodies, minds and souls that have been tragically currupted by society’s definition of ‘beauty’.
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3hundredfucking4THOUSAND! :’c…
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462 thousand…….
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561 thousand. Fuck
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i wish i was pretty
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what do i do every time that makes people leave me
tell me so i can change (via bluerainjacket)
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ig: deex_a
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Because when I was 13 years old, I was sent home for my tank top straps being a little too thin, but a boy could wear a Cool Story babe, Go Make Me A Sandwich shirt and not be looked at twice.
Because when I was 17 and I told a guy “No” and the next day the word tease was painted on my locker.
Because when I was 18 and just wanted to be friends, I was a bitch.
Because I feel the need to say “I have a boyfriend” instead of “No” because guys respect other men more than they would ever respect me.
Because society screams “don’t get raped” instead of “don’t rape”
Because I am scared to walk alone at 10 PM
Because being beautiful is the most important thing I’ll ever do.
Because when I wear my favorite skirt “I’m asking for it”
Because the song Blurred Lines exists
Because no means no no matter how you fucking spin it
Because a girl was drugged and raped with a beer bottle, and the boys who did it are out on bail.
Because I owe you nothing
Because pepper spray is a gift I receive yearly.
Because I am asked if I have a boyfriend more than I am asked about my mental health
Because my clothes say more about my consent then my mouth does.
Because the wage gap exists
Because “not all men are like that” is said way too often
ENOUGH ARE
Because I feel the need to say “I’m not a feminist but…”
Because I’m writing this fucking piece
When you ask why I’m angry? (via brennanat)
Source: spanishpornstar
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Anonymous asked:
theres so much pain in my heart. how do i make it go away?
You become the pain. You accept the pain. You talk to the pain. You kiss the pain. You make love to the pain. You hold the pain. You cry with the pain. You sleep with the pain. You wake up with the pain. You rinse and repeat with the pain. You adore the pain. You touch the pain. You feel the pain. You smell the pain. You hear the pain. You see the pain. You taste the blood in your mouth, yep, still pain. You hug the pain. You apologize to the pain. You forgive the pain. You realize that the pain is an extension of who you will be once you have survived the pain. You kiss the person you become after the pain. You accept the person you become through the pain. You talk to the person you become after the pain. You sleep with your loniness because in the end, even pain leaves you to be alone. You hold your thoughts together because the pain has scattered you for so long and it’ll remind you of the leaves that fall one by one during the transition of Autumn to Winter. You will cry, for the pain will remind you of this hurt that we want to describe, but could never get it right. You will sleep with the bittersweet memories of what used to be because your innocence was lost long before you hit the age to feel the true nature of loss. You will touch the pain to get familiar with the hurt, so that if you do survive, if it happens again… you will say: I am not scared of you. I have survived you. I am you. I am pain. And once you become pain. No pain. No amount of name calling. Self-harm. Bullying. Sexual abuse. Emotional abuse. Mental disorder. Heartache. Physically handicap. Overweight. Underweight. Torn family. Rape. Loss of a child. Loss of a family member. The gloom of cancer. The fear of becoming who you were never meant to be. Drug abuse. Addiction to the needle. Addiction to your bad habits. Shitty lovers. Great lovers that you may have broken. Once you become the pain that you deem as pain. Real pain. I have only experienced so much pain, so this is less about me and more about you. I have hurt more people than people have hurt me and yet, as someone who inflicts pain… I will tell you. It does get better. Humans were designed to adapt with pain. Become the pain. Once that happens. No amount of pain. Big or small. Wide or tall. Sick or calm. Straight or crooked. Death or life. As long as you smile at the end of the day, the pain will end. The pain will go away. I believe in you.
