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I'm Negin. Don't take me too seriously.

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I wish I had a "crisis friend" to talk to whenever I feel like I can't pull myself out of my own thoughts of hating myself. Now accepting applications, thx.

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stop being so silly and ruining things

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What you’re looking for

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“hang out" by Nate Armstrong

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the thing is, somebody cares. i know your best friend seems really busy all the time and is shit at texting but she still loves you and she talks to you more than she talks to anyone else and you’re the only breath of calm she has on this planet. the boy in your science class loves seeing what music you’re listening to on your headphones - he has the same taste and wishes he had the nerve to ask you about it. your english teacher loves the insight you have on your papers. somebody cares. the person who lives down the street from you notices when you are sick because they don’t see you stomping your way to the schoolbus - it’s how they know it’s time to get their breakfast ready. somebody is looking for you at the party, even if they don’t know they’re really looking for you - but when you don’t show up, some part of them is disappointed. somebody is looking for you in the library, in the spot where you eat lunch, in front of that one step you always seem to trip on. i know your parents are a complicated mess and there’s drama between your friends and your love life is sort of shaped like a constant question and everybody seems all caught up in their own lives and their own happiness and nobody really notices: but somebody always does. every face in your dreams is someone you have met, and that means that you are in a million’s stranger’s heads. they see you when they go to bed. and somebody cares. somebody still thinks about you even though you were just a person with a nice outfit or good eyeliner or a great smile or because you were having one of those moments that are so charmingly human in nature or because they regret not asking if you needed help when you fell or because they wonder what you were thinking about or drawing or writing or just because you’re alive, and that makes you fascinating. somebody cares. when you were on break from work and saw a dog hanging his head out of the car and suddenly broke into a smile: there was a girl in the back of that car, and I was her, and I still think about you, and i hope you get more chances to smile like that. and there is you, sitting here reading this, and by some small extension, meeting me, and i am telling you, I care. somebody always does. i promise. i promise. you are loved.

[ainat-zu]

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somehow i got stuck reading through the #instamemorials hashtag for 2 hours and now my table is covered in tears and i don’t know why i do these things but man am i thankful for every single person in my life. don’t forget to tell someone that u appreciate them today.

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Saul Bass, Other Peoples Deaths

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perpetually 3 seconds away from crying lol 

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“Mars”

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same

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Promise

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Needing people yet being afraid of them is wearing me out.

Janice Galloway, The Trick Is to Keep Breathing (via psych-facts)

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Don’t feel bad if you still wish your body looked different or if your voice sounded better or if you can’t quite love yourself yet. Self-acceptance is a journey. You’re not hopeless just because others may be ahead of you. Appreciate yourself. Appreciate how far you’ve come. You’re on your way, at your own pace.