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You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.

(via dignitea)

sure, I don’t get a “healthy” amount of sleep like SOME PEOPLE do but can they do THIS *stands up, blacks out for a second*

Si quieres irte, estoy listo.

— Escritor de sueños (via estrellas-sin-color)

I am in love with a boy I cannot tell, craving his voice, his smile, his touch, him. I am waiting for the day where I no longer must hide how I feel. Why. Why must I fall so hard, so fast? I am in love with him, I'm in love with the way his eyes light up with passion, the way his lips curl up into a smile, the way he glances at me when he thinks I'm not looking, the way his hair falls across his head, the way he laughs so genuinely, the way he cares, the way he says my name, the way he expresses his feelings and I am in love with the way I love him. I am a mess of emotion, confused if I should say, worried I fell too fast, afraid to lose you, indecisive if I should just leave to save the pain. I promised I wouldn't leave but would it be for the best? I am in love with a boy, should I tell?

Excerpt of a letter I wrote to a friend #1 ( @holllistr )

permeate

mypenleaksiridescence

If you are awake at 4am, you are either in love or lonely. And I honestly don’t know which one is worse.

Anonymous (via mypenleaksiridescence)

one-more-fucking-cuut

I want to go back to when I was 6. I was such a happy and innocent child. Now, I became a monster.

8:44pm (via one-more-fucking-cut)

the-pain-that-smiles-hide

You know you’re fucked when all the lonely nights, rainy days and sad songs just aren’t sad enough any more to express how you feel

(via the-pain-that-smiles-hide)

wnq-writers

What happened to my heart was not fair. I say this out loud to the forest as many times as I like, and, unlike my mother, it does not tell me that “life is not fair.” It twists and coils and is dark and never ending, and just as I am standing the heart of it, I realize that it, too, is standing in the heart of me.

tashorganic (via wnq-writers)

stargazerinmoksha

So what keeps you alive? Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of Marlboro Reds And, uh, I don’t know what keeps me alive, shit Music, I have to listen to music all day long I say that keeps me going I’m a pretty dark person, I’ve though about ending it a million times And I have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing.

Dash Snow’s intro in The Heart pt. 2 by Kendrick Lamar (via everylittlepieceofyou)

cubist

holllistr-blog

i miss your touch i crave you

poetryandthesea

And sometimes it’s just so hard to fight the tightness in my chest when everything is dark. And it breaks my heart to realize that I am not (always) strong enough to fight for myself which shouldn’t really be a surprise. So I’m sitting on the edge of my bed, wrapped up in my sheets and the emptiness is overwhelming, just like the way my heart beats. And it is so goddamn hard not to forget that there is something that makes it worth the fight and that I cannot just go back to bed, because the only thing I really don’t want to lose is the awareness that I’m the one who gets to chose where my life will take me and what’s my destiny and that my passions are a way of therapy.

// fighting j.d.m. (via poetryandthesea)

sad and needy