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when I sleep, does my shadow sleep too?
When someone's leaves your life, it is heartbreaking. Especially if that person was someone you really cared about, because it's in that moment you realize they didn't care about you enough to stay.
just some thoughts on rape...
women spent years and years earning basic rights like voting and being able to go to school and get a job.
why give a women all those rights if you aren't going to value her right to say “no” to you?
just a thought...
Here’s to me...
Here’s to me. the girl who cried at midnight at a friend’s house because that friend told me something I hadn't even heard from my parents:
“You can be whoever you want. You don't have to change who you are.”
You could call it messed up, disturbing, or sad.
I call it, “my life” and that’s what’s really sad. I have learned to deal with it. And it’s changed how I look at living and how I look at people. And I can never be the same after that.
Here’s to everyone whose parents are the reason they have trouble loving who they are. Here’s to me...
just some thoughts on suicidal people...
In my opinion, suicidal people are like flowers. When someone picks a flower, they always pick the nicest looking one with perfect coloring and so on.
Maybe, suicidal people are more beautiful than the rest of us...
Just a thought...
What happened to the warning label when he hit his head?
He got a concaution
The saddest thing in life is having to go through it all alone.
my thirteen word stories: 5 // stella
If you like:
a lot of puns
lots of hugs
sitting quietly with a book/computer
listening to non-stop music
slight emotional instability
a sad soul
a little bit of awkwardness and
a mind made for poetry and writing
Then I’m the girl for you. Because if you can’t like the small quirks in my personality and the pieces of who I am, then you don't deserve me.
My stories are painted with imagination and stained with tears and cruel reality.
my thirteen word stories: 4 // stella
Sticks and stones will break bones, but words make my heart bleed inside.
my thirteen word stories: 3 // stella
It doesn't matter what I think. It never has, so why would anything change?
my thirteen word stories: 2 // stella
apparently i was stood alone staring into my reflection in the water wow i can even make being a pool boy look depressing
I'll hold onto the people I love. If not, they'll leave me. Again.
- my thirteen word stories: 1 // stella
if you ever feel bad about yourself just remember that i had to give a presentation in front of my class with a tangible (something to demonstrate what you're saying) and i said that it was really bad then the teacher told me not to put myself down but after im finished she goes "oh ok that'll work" in the most unconvincing voice ever
Another year almost over and we will be free for a little while. Then we'll be back at it again: chanting vocabulary, solving equations, reciting poetry, reading textbooks, failing quizzes, stressing out, losing our minds, wishing to end it all. But all that's fine, because being smart is more important than being mentally stable. Nothing will change. I could continue, but it won't matter. Because this is not double-spaced, indented, typed up in size 12 Times New Roman, MLA format.
“School Year Thoughts” by Stella Nova (via @constellations-and-comets)
There are thousands of words in the English language. And, yet, I can't think of a single one when I'm around you. I get tongue-tied, I stutter, and I become nervous. I can't form any sort of sentence. But, what you don't know is that I have millions of things to tell you. I just need to find a way how to.
"Tongue-Tied" by Stella Nova (via @constellations-and-comets)
When most people are sad, they cry. Some people are so sad, all they can do is smile.
“Fake a Smile” by Stella Nova (via @constellations-and-comets)