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@my-inner-asshole
It’s beginning to look a lot like fuck this
— Jane Eyre ( 1 / ∞ )
Learn how to be lonely, cause they wont be there for you.
Sometimes it’s you and your iced coffee against the world
One day I will maybe be lucky enough to love and be loved by a person who doesn’t become mean the second I have a sad feeling.
I don’t want to be with a person who kicks me when I’m down. And I am always down. So don’t kick me. Don’t double down when I indicate to you that you’re hurting me. That isn’t an invitation to kick harder. If that’s too much to ask, then I am not for you. I am so sad that this even needs to be said. In this letter I will never send.
I no longer know what to think, what to do, what to say. I no longer have an opinion. I no longer care. And I feel so terribly alone.
Him : why do you isolate yourself from people everytime you feel threatened ?
Me :
tea?
“I always knew there was no one who is going to accept my flaws and understand my brokenness. And i knew it very well that nobody would hold my hand when the wind of darkness overcome my life so i just pushed them,i pushed them all away.”
Sometimes I’m tired of being nice. One day your femur will be mine
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“Close the door. Remove the dust. Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.”
— Paulo Coelho (via naturaekos)