Tbh the worst kind of people are those people who constantly rely on you for advice and then when you wanna talk about your feelings they’re like okay let’s go back to talking about me
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Tbh the worst kind of people are those people who constantly rely on you for advice and then when you wanna talk about your feelings they’re like okay let’s go back to talking about me
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I don’t know who I would be, now, if I had not lived the life I have, and so I cannot alter my need for distance - nor can I lessen the low and omnipresent pain that that distance creates.
- Wasted, Mayra Hornbacher
I guess I just feel kinda lame bc I never go out much and I don’t like to go out much but it just makes me feel kinda pathetic that I don’t have more friends or more of a life.
'You wake up one morning and there it is, sitting in an old plaid bathrobe in your kitchen, unpleasant and unshaved. You look at it, heart sinking. Madness is a rotten guest.'
No matter how often I wash the dishes, they still get dirty again. No matter how often I do my laundry, it needs doing again. No matter how often I tidy my room, it gets messy again. No matter how often I smoke, my craving is never satisfied for long. No matter how often I have sex, I still ache for you. No matter how much work I do, there is still more to be done. No matter how much sleep I get, I'm still tired within a few hours of being awake.
I guess I'm tired of repetition. I guess life is exhausting me. I guess I'm tired of trying.
'When I look at him, it feels like fear. His eyes are green and full of shadows. His mouth is beautiful. He leans towards me and I know. I know. It hasn't happened yet, but it's going to. Number eight is love.'
You make my heart hurt.
this blog is kinda perfect, I'm sorry if I reblog too much... it's literally me, thank you so much.
awh haha. reblog as much as you want and thank u :) :)