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found this really cool website for all of the music lovers out there! all you have to do is a pick a year, and you get all of the songs you want! its perfect for going back and listening to old music that you used to jam to back in your emo days. here is the link :)

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I once heard someone say, “you don’t know how in love you are until you want to leave and you can’t,” and no one has ever explained this feeling better than that. Because when I was lying in bed that friday night at 12:42am and he yelled how much he hated me through the phone, how fucked up I was and how I’m always screwing things over, it felt like a flame had burnt everything I believed in. Those three words “I hate you,” demolished everything that once was. And in that moment, I wanted to scream back that I was leaving him and abandoning him because goddamn it I hated him too. But instead, I hung up the phone and let myself endure panic attack after panic attack because I knew that deep down I really didn’t hated him. An hour later, after almost drowning in my own tears, I pick up my phone to 24 missed calls from him. I decide it’s better to text him instead of calling back because I couldn’t allow him to see me like that. Because I remembered the time he called me a crybaby for “crying every time we fight.” But it didn’t occur to him that perhaps he was the problem, because his bitter words were like knife to my heart. Because he made me cry more than he made me laugh. So again, I pick up the phone and text him: I love you so so much and I’m sorry for everything. Please forgive me. But why was I the one apologizing? Well, because that was what our “love” consisted of. That’s how things worked. Because in that moment, what was my life without him?

Toxic Relationships // laura a.l (via crestfalllenn)