Es geht mir nicht gut aber was Àndert das schon....
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

⣠Chile in a Photography âŁ
$LAYYYTER
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Keni
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i don't do bad sauce passes
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@ourmisunderstoodmuse
Es geht mir nicht gut aber was Àndert das schon....
You will never be too much or not enough for me. You will always be the right amount.
k.b. // because i love you
me whenever something bad happens: I need to abuse substances
to anyone who needs to hear this
i used to tell myself my pain wasnt bad. every morning id just tell myself id "slept wrong" or "not enough" and thats why i was in so much pain and sometimes could barely even walk
no matter what excuse u tell urself... its not normal to think pain is normal.
I hate the question where do you see yourself in 5 years like bro fucking dead next question thanks
âNothing can destroy me like I can destroy myself.â
â aashidhaniya (via wnq-writers)
Es lĂ€sst mich unbehaglich fĂŒhlen, wenn ich mich anderen Menschen mitteile. Ich fĂŒhle mich hinterher so dumm. Am liebsten möchte ich niemandem mehr etwas aus meinem Leben erzĂ€hlen. Meine Existenz erscheint mir so ĂŒberflĂŒssig.
Sometimes, it isnât the one who takes your breath away, itâs the one that reminds you to breathe.
k.b. // by jennifer johnson
â Jay Vespertine; not from a book but from an actual conversation.
"And you broke me in all the ways I loved you."
In English, we say: " Overthinking "
But in poetry, we say: " The storms in my head ruined the garden that my soul holds"
âI loved real, real hard once. But the love wasnât returned. Found out the man Iâd die for, he wasnât even concerned. I tried and I tried to keep him in my life. I cried and I cried, but I couldnât make it right. But I loved the young man, and if you ever been in love.., then youâd understand.â
â Lauryn Hill
I feel like half the time I'm like: "Yeah, I'm completely fine and used to this"
And the other half the time I'm: "I am slowly being torn apart and I cannot do anything about it, so I grieve myself and what I wish I could do."