Nothing feels more real than a 2am post on Tumblr.
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Nothing feels more real than a 2am post on Tumblr.
nothing hurts more than trying your best and still not being good enough
“Każdy usłyszał coś, po czym umarło w nim coś wewnętrznie.”
— Chora-pesymistka (via chora-pesymistka)
if you don’t laugh at my jokes i will
Chcę zbudować relację z kimś, kogo obchodzi “dlaczego” byłem cicho przez cały dzień. Nie kogoś, kto się wścieka, bo “zachowuję się inaczej”.
“ze wszystkich usłyszanych kłamstw, “kocham cię” było moim ulubionym”
— (via brak-mozgu)
Byłam jak pies proszący o uwagę, to się nie powtórzy nigdy więcej Amen.
I miss the version of us that stayed up talking about nothing and everything. When your name on my screen felt like home.
“I owe myself the biggest apology for putting up with what I didn’t deserve.”
— Unknown
need this type of relationship
Choosing carefully on who to allow ourselves to have a crush on.
It has to be safe. It has to be impossible.
We can't suffer for love right now.
- is not supposed to rhyme
nothing hurts more than when the person who made you feel so special yesterday, makes you feel so unwanted today
“The bravest thing you will ever do is love again.”
— Madalyn Beck, Dragon Hearts & Dandelion Fuzz
Somedays, missing you is like still water in a pond, only interrupted by little wrinkles of longing. Other times, it's like a bullet hole in my chest. Bleeding and bleeding. No one else sees. So I just keep on going without a word.
- Evenlis