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I really am pathetic, no one has ever loved me deeply enough for it to be considered intimate and I’m feeling sorry for myself because of that. Fuck I’m just so sick of this; I eat alone, I sleep alone, I cry alone. What the hell is wrong with me, why can’t I just get over stuff and not give a fuck. I keep saying I don’t care but I do. Fucking hell, I do. I keep saying I don’t give a damn but I do. Whatever diety that existed knows I really do. I’m still human. I still feel. I still hurt and all that crap and I know it’s selfish but I really wish you could see that.

Me (JNH). Once again I’m alone with my thoughts and they’re as beastly as ever. (via shatteredjuveniledays)

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emptymidnights

I’m reminded sometimes that you have a life and a past that has nothing to do with me. You’ll have a future after I’m gone. It makes me wonder why I’m here at all. It makes me wonder if I’ll ever be someone’s forever. Does your life mean something different because you met me? Or am I just one more person who will walk in and walk out and mean nothing?

L.B. (via emptymidnights)

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trierattempt

Let’s get this morning started

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date a girl who fucks everything up

stankyleg-deactivated2918973

My time to shine

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theprocast

tonight you fell asleep on my chest and I became conscious of every breath watching my chest rise and fall and feeling so loved that you trusted me with such an innocent task of being your resting place your home for slumber and I will slow my heart’s rhythm so you can focus on your dreams and if a nightmare creeps into your mind just open your eyes and feel my heart beating close to yours

@nothingwithoutwords, day 341 (via procastiwriters)