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bpdohwhatajoy

Bpd is just people ruining your day everyday with stuff both minor and major

italianmansquirkingonthebeat

i'm-a smokin'-a some phat grass

bpdumpsterfire-deactivated20230

i don’t think i’ll ever not be suicidal. and i don’t think that’s a bad thing.

i hope i die at my happiest. at my most complete.

1617

i be like “I’m okay” and then u won’t find me for a few weeks.

aidashakur

Understanding me is another way of loving me.

argentavis

lmao get drinked sky

thealfaguy

You give them too much, too often they forget it's a privilege.

perfeqt

“I’m proud of my heart. It’s been played, stabbed, cheated, burned, and broken, but somehow it still works.”

— Unknown

perfectquote

“I hope one day we can forgive each other for not being what we wanted each other to be”

— Kriti G.

valentina-poem

batmanego

im having feelings about the uffington white horse again

batmanego

so essentially there’s this cool horse drawn into the hills in england made out of chalk and it’s like 3,000 years old.

people carved trenches 3,000 years ago and filled them with chalk in the shape of a horse but what’s interesting is that if you fail to maintain the horse by adding new chalk regularly, it will disappear. for 3,000 years, we’ve been filling in chalk in this horse so it doesn’t disappear.

we’ll never know what the purpose of the horse was originally. we’ll never know if it had ritual or spiritual significance or if it was just art. but we do know that people maintained it then, and, even though the meaning of the horse has long been lost to time, we continue to maintain it now.

the people who made this horse are long dead, but they live through us still, don’t you think?