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as you get older, you realize that you’re not always right and there’s so many things you could’ve handled better, so many situations where you could’ve been kinder and all you can really do is forgive yourself and let your mistakes make you a better person.

labias

not to dictate your life but drop your shitty friends

You RUINED me.

And you don’t even fucking know it.

thegoodvybe

modernpendu

mitski-miyawakis

“do your parents know?”

bitch, the only thing my parents know about me is just enough to identify me on a morgue table.

elpatron-delmal

s/o to everyone who is still tryin to heal from things that they don’t talk about

hallucin8

mental disorders holding you back from ur potential & making u settle in life is the slowest type of torture

myblissfulsuicide

Do you ever get overwhelming urges to be devastatingly self-destructive? Because fuck.

bareniabirkin

you will be tested in the same way every time until you learn your lesson

methisdeth-blog

Fuck

sexanax

lowkey thankful for that unhealthy relationship i had because it taught me never to let someone fuck me up like that again

methisdeth-blog

spoiler alert: I let him fuck me up again, even after I said I wouldn't :')

i can still feel

your hands

one wrapped around

my throat

the other drifting down

my thigh

i can still taste the

Marlboro reds

that you're always smoking,

I can still feel your weight

bearing down on me in the backseat

your hot breath in my ear:

look at me baby

shhh, baby

you're ok baby

your words are like honey

thick and sweet

but your eyes are hungry

and your touch is

ruthless

I can still smell the

sweat and feel the

tears flowing down the

slopes of my cheeks

i can still hear your

pleasure gasping in

my ears,

but all I feel is pain

this car used to be

my freedom;

but now

when I climb into the

driver's seat

I can only recall

being trapped

beneath your body

i was just the

passenger,

powerless when you

lost control

and now

every time I smell

cigarette smoke

or see lanky white boys with

tatted up arms and

infinite blue eyes

and a smile twisted into smirk

i can only remember you

i can only dig my nails into my palms

just like I clawed at your

shoulders that night

i guess you didn't feel it

or maybe you even thought

that I was enjoying myself

i can only squeeze my eyes shut

so I don't have to see your face

but somehow it remains inked on

the inside of my eyelids

and I can only wait for it to

fade away,

praying that i don't fade first

but it was my fault, right?

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lost

my life doesn't feel real. I don't know who I am anymore. I haven't done meth in? Just over a year? It's been almost a year since I heard from either of them... I feel like maybe it was a dream. I miss the chaos, I miss feeling alive and present instead of this constant boredom. I know it's rosy retrospection but part of me just wants to live it again.

wlwellbutrin

hey there’s actually no such thing as a good or bad addict! you can’t “support” rich white suburban kids with depression who had dental surgery and then got hooked on opiates if you’re going to ignore homeless addicts or black addicts or addicts whose use began recreationally or addicts who have cycled in and out of treatment centers or literally any person suffering from a substance use disorder, at all, ever