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I am hurt really badly emotionally and I don't know how to be strong about that.
It's hurting me so bad that my eyes are sore, my heart is racing and I am breathing heavily.
“I just want someone to be truly happy because of me. Someone who is happy to see me, happy to hear me, happy to know me.”
— Unknown
— Samuel Beckett, an excerpt from "Cascando" (via lunamonchtuna)
So no, don’t stop loving. Don’t stop caring. But stop letting your love be the lesson for people who refuse to learn.
k.b. // by jay jay douglas
Louise Glück, from a poem titled "Blue Rotunda," featured in Averno: Poems, originally published in 2006
To carry a demon's power with a human heart is to bleed for a world that wants you broken...
-Akira Fudo-
“Do you ever sit there and wonder why you’re still alive? After all the attempted overdoses on painkillers, the amount you smoke, all the alcohol you’ve consumed, the experiments with drugs..You do all this self destructive shit and you’re still alive and you don’t know why?”
— (via mcmobent)
Was I ever what you wanted?
— v (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
— josé olivarez // natalie diaz
I have needed fixing from the moment I was born. I can feel myself falling apart. Does it matter that I am afraid?
Molly McCully Brown, from Places I've Taken My Body: Essays