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lena | 19 | The truest form of sadness; the one that echoes in your bones is the slow but consuming burn of feeling alone in a room full of people that claim to love you.

[a-thousand-words]

I think this will alway be my favorite postsecret.

[dionysian-mystery]

The Jacaranda Years by Yiwei Chai

[ruanv]

[deviika]

Fernando Pessoa // Michel Foucault

[deadpoetsmanor]

in my defense your honor, i was bored 

[424onfairfax]

[aureat]

[1617]

[bakwaaas]

the feminine urge to cry on your birthday

[tangled-envisioning]

[littlewhip]

[yuyuuyuyuu-deactivated20230726]

[sleepbby]

[timbllr]

DSC04357 by Deni Pesto Via Flickr

[melisica]

Blue Valentine

[ankosv]

[yuyuuyuyuu-deactivated20230726]

someone said, “anger is sadness that had nowhere to go for a very long time” and I’ll never forget it.