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If at night you’re ever missing me
just look to the stars.
I’ll be there,
missing you too.
abbymccurdy (via wnq-writers)
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hardigan-miku-deactivated201605
If they don’t need you, it’s okay, you do not live for other people.
Kyo (Dir en grey)
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atypicalhipstaa
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Anonymous asked:
my first kiss was in first grade at the Bronx zoo (NY) on a field trip with some boy I swear I was in love with.. we dated 1st - 4th grade, rekindled in 8th grade at a graduation party and now we have sex all the time... funny how things work out right?
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It won’t be like this forever. One day you’ll wake up and this feeling will be gone and things won’t be completely un-broken but they’ll be okay.
probablyballet (via wnq-writers)
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Not only when you walked away did I lose you, but I also lost the best part of me.
Ilia Smith (via wnq-writers)
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He made me want to crawl out of my own skin.
I was now an abandoned building, damaged, alone and everyone too afraid to take a look inside.
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I’m so lonely and I don’t know why…
thatothergguy (via wnq-writers)
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I write about you a lot. I think, maybe, I’d want to show you it one day, but then I think some more and decide it’s better if I don’t.
digressing-paths (via wnq-writers)
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They told me life is tough. I told them I was tougher.
Natasha Redd (via wnq-writers)
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I thought all that we needed was a little fix but we’ve already burned ourselves into ashes.
visualizetracy (via wnq-writers)
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she hurts.
he collects all
her tears in a
bucket & uses
her tears to water
the flowers.
a reminder that
beautiful things
can grow from pain.
iambrillyant (via wnq-writers)
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I want someone to love me in the morning, when the only thing I want is my cup of coffee.
I want someone to love me in the afternoon, when I’m feeling adventurous and eager to make memories.
I want someone to love me after a nap, when I’m one of the worst versions of myself.
I want someone to love me at night, when my face is all red after my shower.
I want someone to love me.
Anonymous (via wnq-writers)
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I’m afraid he said,
I know, but don’t let it stop you, the old man replied, it will hurt and let me tell you the truth, you will die many times on your way to whoever you want to be in life.”
letswriteourstory (via wnq-writers)
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What a hard thing it is, to be yourself, when you don’t even know who you are.
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I want change, but it absolutely terrifies me.
fadingoutfast (via wnq-writers)
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heaven doesn’t come in the form of angels and halos; it comes in the way you smile and say my name. hell doesn’t come in the form of devils and demons; it comes in the way you walk out the door and confess you don’t love me anymore.
hollafordollas (via wnq-writers)
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You punished me for telling you I was hurt.
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