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@nostalgicperson
throwin a fit
You said your life was a mess but I disagree. Youâre a walking piece of art.
(via jwfeelings)
when you clearly ignore someone but they keep talking to you
trying to be an adult like
I was still drunk
When you let Sam buy too many rounds of jĂ€ger⊠đđ
no wonder my bank account looked a little different the next day đ
Drinking is always a 50/50 chance; either you feel nothing or you feel absolutely everything
but I guess itâs worth the risk cause Iâm still doing it (via cannabaenoid)
When you lose someone, you try to remember the last time you saw them. And most of the time itâs a blurry memory, because at that time you had no idea it would be the last.
Hedonist Poet (via hedonistpoet)
Best advice my 19 year old roommate gave me
âJust give him three days. Wait three days, no texts, no calls, no nothing. Then see if he comes backâ âWhat if I canât wait three days tho??â âYou see the thing is, you keep running back to him and he gets off on it. He knows heâs gonna have you coming back to him. Why not give him three days and make him realize, oh shit itâs serious, Iâm really losing her!â âWhat if he doesnât even come back?â âThen why would you wanna be with someone that doesnât want you? Why would you wanna be with someone like that?â
There you go.
tonight your heart will break, and youâll know what it feels like to have all the warmth you hold inside your chest bleed out of your eyes and dry up into nothing the tears donât stop, they wonât stop until everything inside you is completely dried out but youâll try to hold them in so youâll close your eyes and sink your teeth into your lip and you wonât realise how deep youâve bitten into your own flesh until red breaks through the crevices in your skin. everything burns. the vodka in your throat. the smoke in your lungs. the tears in your eyes. everything is burning down thereâs fire on your skin and your mouth is full of ash. tonight darkness will seep into your ears and take residence in your head. it will be loud and destructive and youâll try to break yourself open to pull it out but it will dig its claws into your skull and snap its jaws at your hands there will be pain. it may feel like it will never end but honey, you know better than anyone else: nothing lasts forever. so if in the middle of the night you feel something faceless chewing at your heart and you canât find your voice so your screams only echo inside your bones, remember to just breathe . this pain means youâre still alive feel it . there are dead things inside you, but you are still alive.
scribbledvoices.tumblr.com (via wnq-writers)
And you donât know this, but Iâve decided to give it one month. If you can go that long without me, we both know I will crumble and collapse in my bed. I will wonder if you ever needed me at all. And you donât know this but I am terrified that we have already had our last conversation. It wasnât even one worth remembering. Donât let this be our end. And you donât know this but every single day I wait for you to message me. Childish? Maybe a bit, but is it fair that I always am the one to go to you? Absolutely not. (I can only wait so long) And you donât know this but I have been counting the days since I last heard your voice. On the twenty-first day, I couldnât leave my room. And you donât know this but its been getting bad again, I donât know how long I will be able to keep going. (none of this is your fault) And you donât know this but I dream of your lips. They paint my body, bringing me back to life. When I awake, I will cry. And you donât know this but its almost been a month since we have talked, each day is agonizing. Waiting for you. So much waiting. Have you even noticed its been this long? I guess I donât cross your mind much these days.
And you donât know this, but if you still cared you would. (via healingx)
Everybody has a chapter they donât read out loud
unknown (via timppmit)
Upon the new horizon, something beautifulâŠ.
did you guys fuck up the photo order or am i crazy