At some point, being angry is just another bad habit, like smoking, and you keep poisoning yourself without thinking about it.
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At some point, being angry is just another bad habit, like smoking, and you keep poisoning yourself without thinking about it.
(via schnapsliebe)
We are empty people. Lost, too caught up in our own sadness to notice that anyone is sad at all. The world turns and nothing changes. People are afraid of what they don’t know. And no one knows pure happiness. No one knows freedom. They’d vote it away in a heartbeat if they could, and just send their children, generation after generation, down the same old lonely road.
broken thoughts (via br-o-ken-poetry)
I fell for a rich boy if you would have told me a year ago the day I met him that he’s not just some extremely rich kid from Florida I would have laughed. If you would have told me that I’d spend weeks with him before he left for who knows how long I would have laughed. Or when I realized he’s a complete bad boy underneath which I hate bad boys or when I pulled back another layer on him that he was everything I’d ever ask for. He’s met my entire family he’s called me rich but in reality he comes from millions and millions of dollars and I’m from a million. How did I allow myself to fall for him?
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This breaks me tbh
It still happens. Even when you’re ‘all better’. You just crash, and lie there hopelessly for a couple of hours, wondering why you even try. Then you get up. Shake off the sadness. And no one knows you were ever sad at all.
broken thoughts (via br-o-ken-poetry)
Whatever you think, be sure it is what you think; whatever you want, be sure that is what you want; whatever you feel, be sure that is what you feel.
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Then again, maybe it is me.
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you fucked me up and I blamed myself.
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