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[recaption]

[qvotable]

“Maybe I’ll see you in another life, if this one wasn’t enough.”

— Florence + the Machine // How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful

[dead--dyke]

You don’t half expect to keep going, but somehow you do. Killing yourself has become something of a procrastination, like the work that’s due in your classes that you pretend not to notice and the simple ways of taking care of yourself that you avoid doing. You try to delay the ache, avoid acknowledging that it’s even real in any way you can, by taking pills you don’t need and kissing girls you don’t love. You’re back to old destructive habits and are even picking up new ones. There is nothing beautiful about the life you’re living, and you start to wonder if there really ever was in the first place. So what’s the point? There is none, there is only the illusion that there is, and if you’re lucky enough you’ll get one. 

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

I wanted to tell you that I love you. – Lukas W.

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

“By the time we meet again, I hope that you have sorted out your rattling thoughts, and that you have found peace within your bones. I hope by then, I will see a sincere smile on your face, that you will tell me how comfortable you are in your own skin. And I will smile. I will smile the proudest smile as I begin to tell you how I have never stopped loving you all this time.”

— Lukas W. // Till when you are finally happy

[kristensnotebook]

I want to know you whether you’re afraid of sharks or spiders death or love.

I want to know if it’s grammatical errors that drive you crazy or the people correcting them, if you’re more comfortable shaking sand out of your hair or snow, if you prefer coffee or tea, bars or board game nights.

I want to know which of your friends you’ve cried in front of, if you’ve ever laughed chocolate milk out of your nose, or kissed someone you didn’t love.

I want to know you the you beneath the layer of small talk always kept shined and smudgeless

I’m just hoping one day you’ll invite me in.

- Kristen Costello

[ashleymacleanblog]

i am slowly killing myself by thinking  too much  and  too deeply  about everything

death trap (via ashleymacleanblog)

[siickangel]

jesse rutherford // idk

[wordsbymymind]

it’s so crazy how being around someone who makes you happy gets you to forget about the problems you have for a while.

Wordsbymymind

[kngshxt-deactivated20180831]

any size titty is lit

[athomeinyourbones]

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I miss you the way the desert probably misses the rain but simultaneously prides itself on being able to go months and months without it.

[athomeinyourbones]

wildfire/rollingwaters

You came in as wildfire masquerading as the fireflies in the backyard of my childhood home and I came as rolling waters but you left me as a simmer on the back burner until you’re ready, or sure, or whatever word you want to use to keep me hanging and I don’t want to trust you and I never will

and everyone knows i’m far too stuck to my guns. 

[aleynakaleli-deactivated2022091]

[sleepyelves-deactivated20150926]

[athomeinyourbones]

I just want one easy thing

I wish it were more simple and that i could just be with you but the wisconsin winters bring you down and you can’t stay, and i can’t follow you because I can’t lose myself in someone else. Not that I can find myself in anything these days. One night i’m with you and one night i’m on a strangers cough kissing her harder than i kiss you but wishing it was you. I went home and cried because i’m doing these things that I can’t live with but still wondering why I can’t feel alive. I thought about starting to talk to God again. Things sort of ended badly that year that he buried me underneath everything that could hurt me and set the one thing I love two feet in front of me and all I could do was see her i couldn’t touch and all i could do was see her

[skeletonshit]

[p-o-l-o-deactivated20210131]

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