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sunsetico-deactivated20250705

“Sometimes, a bad day turns into a bad week, which finally becomes a bad month, which ends up leading to generalized bad times. And you struggle. You feel like you’ve been thrown into a battlefield you did most certainly not ask for. But you are here. And you have to keep fighting. Sometimes, staying alive is like taking a spoon of the medicine you hate the most. This syrup solution is bitter, hard to swallow and straight up disgusting so you block your nose with the other hand and drink it anyways because you have no other options. The same thing happens here. When you don’t want to fight anymore because you are just so tired, all you have to do is to blindly trust you’re gonna make it out alive. You have to keep fighting. Even if you are crawling on the floor. I don’t care, you’ve got to keep fighting. Life goes on after death, you will go on after bad times. I swear.”

— i haven’t pep talked myself in so long.

missblack22

Breaking myself is one of the worst things that I do to myself but it’s the only form of control that I know and can have

Via (missblack22)

lonely-and--sad

coffeeandleatherboundbooks

“To the one that I lost, Tonight I watched a meteor shower with a boy. He was a very nice boy- more than nice, he was charming and funny and kind, and we ran barefoot under the stars to dance to our favourite song at the party, and he lent me his blue velvet jacket and pulled me up onto the wall to sit with him. And we watched the shooting stars, and he held my hand and turned his head, and we kissed. And it was a very nice kiss. And that’s why I hated you right at that moment. Because I know, that every time I ever do something like that; watching silver bursts of light on the midnight blue, or kissing someone with the music playing behind my back, or dipping my legs in the freezing river with my party clothes still on, I will think of you. And I will think of running through the sand dunes and lying with you by the fire on the beach and your guitar and your smell and your brown hands and your hands in my hair and your lips on mine and our favourite songs together, and the ones we wrote together, and the nights we would lie under the same blanket I still use and you would just hold me tight and I would never have bad dreams. So because of you, the poor boy in the blue velvet smoking jacket can text me and ring me and meet me for coffee, but he will never be you. And I will not love him, and I will think of you every time I look into his eyes, every time I see his blonde hair and not your golden hair, and you will follow me to the ends of the earth. But as much as I hate you for that, I still love you. And I hate that as well. So I will not send this, but I will write the words to get them out of me, because otherwise I will never be rid of you. With all my love, Yours.”

— Love Letters at 1.41 AM

mimosaleewrites

“And even if it wasn’t you I fell asleep next to last night, it was better than being alone, drowning in thoughts of you.”

— Mimosa Lee

sunsetico-deactivated20250705

“as much as i hate admitting it to myself, i still do type your username on the search bar. i still remember your birthday and the way your blue eyes shine when you smile. i still wait for a someday where maybe we’ll cross paths again but deep down, i know someday doesn’t have a date. i still lay on the floor, listen to your song and feel my tears filter through the cracks of my broken heart. no one told me getting over someone would be so damn hard, if only you would’ve come with a warning sign…”

— i long for the day i won’t see you in my dreams anymore.

depressionheadlock

“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, & all they can do is stare blankly.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

dave16389

thestoryaboutyou

I said, I would bleed for you, so you broke my heart. I said I would read for you, so you took my words away. I said, I would breathe for you, so you left me. I said I will always love you, so I did.

Meins.

There are plenty of ways to die, but only love can kill you can keep you alive to feel it.

Leo Christopher

Sometimes I get this urge to talk to you, and then I remember that you’re a different person now , it’s just sad because I miss you a lot

I’m slipping back into it again

qwrominaqw-deactivated20180603

danielhowell

Did you know that there is a cheat for sims 4 that gives you 50,000 simoleons? (Control+shift+C and then type in the word "motherlode")

D: WE WILL NOT CHEAT DURING OUR SIMS LP! honestly guys. it’s an important metaphor for life. you don’t appreciate things unless you earn them! you’re sat there pooping in your marble toilet in your marble mansion and it all happened too quickly. you experience the top straight away and when there’s nothing left you spiral into oblivion and end up putting the family in the swimming pool and deleting the step ladder.

none of us should end up like that.

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