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Reblog this if you want a short/long anonymous message saying what they think of you.

real-lesbicas

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Having both anxiety and depression is weird. It’s as if I’m too exhausted to do all the things I need to do and then getting all anxious because I haven’t done them.

It’s one hell of a paradox (via drinkt0forget)

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Awww

thelovejournals

To whoever loves me next, I’m sorry if I’m afraid of you or if days of flirting turn to radio silence, without warning. I’m sorry if I make you say the words over and over and over until I believe them. (I’m sorry if I don’t believe them.) I will probably spend more time worrying about losing you than I spend trying to keep you. Trouble is, every single time I’ve ever thought something was too good to be true– I’ve been right. Understand, I will know how to be vulnerable with you, but I won’t know how not to regret it. And I have no idea how deep we’ll be into this relationship before I admit I’ve never done this before. Not really. Not in any way that counts. Before I admit that I know how to put my body inside someone else’s but not how to make it beautiful. I probably won’t be easy to love. Too many people loved me badly, I’m not sure I know how to do it right.

Ashe Vernon (via thelovejournals)

3amsouls

it just hurts,“ she whispered. "what do you mean?” “i mean you’ll give so much of yourself to a person and they’ll make you genuinely feel as if they’d do the same” she looked at the ground. “ except they don’t, they never do. out of every person I've eve invested myself into, I’m constantly the one who cares a little more”, she says quietly, “and it hurts.

(via 3amsouls)

I’ve waited so long to be happy, to feel loved. I knew what I wanted from Life. So tell me how I am sat alone in a room that isn’t my home anymore, more a place to rest, I look around a see items of someone who doesn’t want to know me anymore; let alone love me. Instead he rests his head with someone else.

I am supposed to be doing my work, something I lack the motivation to do, even if it is due in with the next couple of days.

My kind and caring soul, I based my life on making a difference. Yet I have been making the worst impact I could, I have made people dislike me, made people fight over me.

Is life really that great? I always thought that I was blessed to wake up everyday. Now..... I wake up crying, I wake up empty, with a broken heart. I wake up without a purpose. I wake up wishing I hadn’t.

#lost #broken