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Hiatus until tumblr stops being dumb

so this account just no longer exists because despite being over the age of 18, all of my media on my feed is “sensitive material” because tumblr still thinks I’m not 18. nice

agirlnamedally

I’ve been waiting all year

wnq-writers

Find someone who pays attention. Who runs their fingers over your every scar; and asks where each one came from. Find someone who knows how you like your coffee; what song makes you want to roll the windows down and slam on the gas pedal. Find someone who takes in your smallest details; who notices the things you thought no one ever would. And then…when you find them… Be their someone, too.

a paragraph about falling in love, deep3snplottwists (via wnq-writers)

zarathustra-would-be-proud

tryingtoescapefate

etherdb

bitemarkks-blog

animalsnaps

i love saying fuck me because it can either be sexual or self-loathing and those are two things that describe me perfectly

@thesexualquotes (via thesexualquotes)

maybe-you-need-this

Come lay with me. I wanna talk about nothing with someone that means something.

Unknown (via maybe-you-need-this)

dexfiles

my head hurts so much from crying since eleven, and he’s asleep or ignoring me or something. why’d i have to go and fuck it up again

wnq-writers

10 pieces of advice to give yourself at the age of 20

At the age of 11, you learned that perfection does not always mean a flat tummy and a thigh gap. Go on and eat that second piece of cookie that you crave so much.

At the age of 12, you learned that just because you call her “mom” and him as “dad,” it doesn’t mean they inherently know how to be that. Also, suicide poison is not the cure for everything, it’s not a cure at all.

At the age of 13, you learned the difference between giving up and taking a rest. You might have given it your all but not make it. Remember to disregard everything that comes after but.

At the age of 14, you learned that standing up for everyone else does not mean that all of them will stand up for you when you need someone. Not one of them would be the first one to defend you, that spot is reserved for your name.

At the age of 15, you learned that people rarely mean what they say even if as a writer, you deem each and every word important. Learn to know the voices that speak sincerity and the voices that are just trying to get into your pants.

At the age of 16, you learned that letting go of people that only brings toxicity in your life is never a crime. Thinking about your own peace of mind does not make you selfish. Neither does placing yourself above that last number on your priority list.

At the age of 17, you learned that giving yourself to everyone willing could only lead to one thing: your own’s deterioration. Dear, you are more precious than someone who can’t even look into your eyes in the morning.

At the age of 18, you learned that loving and accepting yourself are two different things. Placing yourself in situations you are well aware of your self distraction is never loving yourself.

At the age of 19, you learned that lovers are not the only ones that can break your heart. People stay and go for a reason. Remember to treasure the rightful ones that life allowed to stay.

You’re 20 now and life has never been what you expected and planned it to be and that’s possibly the greatest thing that can happen into your life. You’re a writer but life writes with you, know when to let it leave significant marks and know when your own pen should be the one doing so.

written by bleakfantasies, writing prompt #62: list 10 pieces of advice you’d give yourself

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