10 hours ago
I really need someone right now

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Romanticisation of Mental Illness, Kelsey Weaver

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If you can see a future without me and that doesn’t break your heart then we’re not doing what I thought we were doing here. Cite Arrow That 70’s Show (via temperare-te)
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extrasad:

based on a true story 

extrasad:

based on a true story 

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iggy-amelia-azalea:

more iggy.

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unperceptible:

"how would you describe yourself"

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18inchesofpain:

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dylan-oscream-my-name:
nodaybuttodaytodefygravity
:

Go ahead and just try to pick a favorite answer

I’m going to spread my STDs everywhere, using this condom

wrap it before you tap it, don’t be a fool, cover your tool

I don’t care I’m gay

18inchesofpain:

actionables:

dylan-oscream-my-name:

nodaybuttodaytodefygravity
:

Go ahead and just try to pick a favorite answer

I’m going to spread my STDs everywhere, using this condom

wrap it before you tap it, don’t be a fool, cover your tool

I don’t care I’m gay

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schwangg:

Promises never mean anything. Almost every single promise is broken. Thats the thing. Promises can’t be trusted. Sometimes you need to trust yourself, and your own judgement. If someone promises you something and breaks it, it hurts. Whether it be a little hurt or a lot, it always hurts. Promises give you hope, trust, confidence, etc… But what happens when that promise is broken? Where do those feelings go? They don’t. They just turn into other feelings. Sadness, anger, distrust, anxiety, pain, etc. Promises are dangerous. Dont ever trust them..

schwangg:

Promises never mean anything. Almost every single promise is broken. Thats the thing. Promises can’t be trusted. Sometimes you need to trust yourself, and your own judgement. If someone promises you something and breaks it, it hurts. Whether it be a little hurt or a lot, it always hurts. Promises give you hope, trust, confidence, etc… But what happens when that promise is broken? Where do those feelings go? They don’t. They just turn into other feelings. Sadness, anger, distrust, anxiety, pain, etc. Promises are dangerous. Dont ever trust them..

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If you’re gonna bail, bail early. This applies to relationships, college classes, and sledding. Cite Arrow Advice from my high school science teacher, Mr. Miller (via iamcode)

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coltre:

This is an old pic I took of one of my friends. We went to the sea, and she told me her boyfriend broke her heart that day. And oh god oh god she was so sad. She took off all of her clothes and jumped in the water without saying a word. I watched her swimming so far and then coming back. When she walked out she sat near the water and I took this picture of her. I’ll never forget her.

coltre:

This is an old pic I took of one of my friends. We went to the sea, and she told me her boyfriend broke her heart that day. And oh god oh god she was so sad. She took off all of her clothes and jumped in the water without saying a word. I watched her swimming so far and then coming back. When she walked out she sat near the water and I took this picture of her. I’ll never forget her.

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quietcharms:

whoa! i totally did a double-take

quietcharms:

whoa! i totally did a double-take

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How to love your depressed lover.
Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort.
Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again.
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This is so sad and incredibly relavant.

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I love this

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