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can you write a poem about a girl who told me she was in love with me and then just stopped


can you write a poem about a girl who told me she was in love with me and then just stopped

(Reblogged from foxysunshinerainbowprincess)
You spend so much time, so much effort, trying to hold yourself together. And then everything falls apart anyway.
David Levithan Two Boys Kissing (via sempiternale)
(Reblogged from miikachu)

I’m surrounded by people and creatures that incessantly annoy and anger me. AND for some reason on top of that the worries and stresses from the semester that I’ve been keeping in check have all broken through my mental filter and are flooding back in. I’m going to drown my sorrows in food and alcohol and attempt to keep talking to the few people who actually talk to me on here because you guys seem to help a lot. Thank you. Thank you all.




can we start a club for teenagers who were constantly complimented on their intelligence when they were younger and are now having trouble coping with the realization that they’re actually of average intellect at best

in elementary school i constantly scored as reading at a college level but then i got to college and suddenly everyone’s reading at college level.


(Reblogged from exxxotikhan)

This always happens. It shouldn’t affect me anymore. I should know better by now. 


I think stabbing me repeatedly through the heart with a dull knife would hurt less.

(Source: missromanovs)

(Reblogged from lissomesimplicity)

Fuck it. *pours more whiskey*

It’s one of those days when you just have to get home and chuck multiple types of hard liquor straight from the bottle. Ugh.

(Reblogged from thegirlwiththeratedrtattoo)


I can’t stop fucking laughing jfc

(Source: newandclassicwho)

(Reblogged from datgambette)
I really don’t know what ‘I love you’ means. I think it means ‘Don’t leave me here alone.’
 Neil Gaiman (via knifedolly)

(Source: wordsthat-speak)

(Reblogged from timeturn-er)

Even the hardest heart has to be weak sometimes.

This was never place I was meant to be. This isn’t a place for me.
Haruki Murakami, “A Slow Boat to China” (via larmoyante)
(Reblogged from larmoyante)
(Reblogged from towritelesbiansonherarms)

I can’t get sick. Now now. I can’t I…. am just gonna curl up and die. Bye guys. If I don’t come back tell the world I died of something awesome, like fighting a pair of lions bare handed while  having pneumonia… or something.