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Anna Do.21. Family first

[twitterlols]

[envisagethoughts-blog]

We’re not the same person we were a year ago, a month ago, or a week ago. We’re constantly changing. Experiences don’t stop. That’s life.

Unknown  (via re-examine)

[studip]

why did God make me an angry crier..... How am I to drag a bitch if I can't stop sniffling

[micdotcom]

Watch: Brian Yu’s heartbreaking poem will strike anyone with students loans to the core.

[pperceptual-deactivated20180813]

i h8 when youre sad and u wanna talk to someone about it but at the same time you dont wanna annoy anyone so u just sit there doing whatever and u feel like everyone thinks ur annoying and u start questioning if your friends even like u or not

[ruinedchildhood]

[danielle-mertina]

there’s no reason to feel ashamed about caring for somebody more than they care for you. there’s nothing shameful about having a big heart. especially since one day you’ll meet somebody whose heart matches your own.

[bloomflowersbloom]

[sadhearts]

me: feels sad for literally 5 minutes

me: doesn’t go to school, calls into work, impulsively buys shit i don’t need, ruins all my relationships

[rosyfever-deactivated20181104]

Ya

[starlightandtears]

I don’t think we like to acknowledge how difficult it is to deal with jealousy and impatience. It’s so hard to look around you and feel like things are working out for everyone else while you struggle to get footing. Whether it’s for a job, a romantic relationship, or for life in general, it’s hard to persevere when you feel like you’re going nowhere fast while everyone else seems to have things going well.

[onlytwitterpics]

[ruinedcutie]

[fashionkawaiiasiancute]

[lopmon]

[theryanproject]

[ygentrollment]

Claire Danes’ aka real life Cinderella at the Met Gala 2016 

[blossomfully]

“I hope we last. I hope we do. But if we don’t, this is how I want you to remember me: I want you to remember me curled up, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and tracing maps across your skin. Remember me laughing at your jokes, even the stupid ones. Remember me in hysterics for absolutely no reason and in tears because one time you made me so sad neither of us thought I’d recover. Remember me brave, that time you held my hand and I thought I was going to die; remember me scared and gentle and delicate and breakable - only for you though, only for you. Remember me happy, and all the ridiculous ways I tried to get your attention. Remember the way I was too stubborn to talk to you and how absolutely insane it drove the both of us. Remember all the firsts and how they were so delightful we went back for seconds and thirds and fourths. Remember the songs you couldn’t stop listening to and the childish dreams you allowed yourself about the future. If it’s any consolation I allowed myself to have them too. If it comes to it I don’t want you to remember the ending. Remember the beginning. Remember the first time you knew.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #132 (via blossomfully)