I wanted to talk about it,“ she said, “but no one asked. That’s the thing. No one ever asks.
S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #207 (via blossomfully)
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I wanted to talk about it,“ she said, “but no one asked. That’s the thing. No one ever asks.
S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #207 (via blossomfully)
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Google search: how to have healthy relationships when you’re a wild, impulsive splitting monster
Idgaf if this is long read it.
this might sound crazy but, I wish I got into a tragic car accident or something enough for me to be in the hospital because nobody cares for you unless something bad happens to you and I just want someone to care about me
i cannot believe so many people feel like this. i've over came my depressed and back on my blog to try to help others. i'd love it if anyone wanted to be friends with so i can help
I’ve been in love with someone that didn’t love me back, and I’ve been love by someone that I didn’t love back. And I don’t know which is worse: to be broken or to break another soul.
C (via howliing-wolves)
u know what’s weird.. that i’m going to like.. keep getting older.. and like i’m going to change.. experience personal growth and character development and shit.. like that’s wild
concept: me, drinking coffee in a café in a foreign country. it’s raining outside. i’m reading my favorite book. everything is okay, and i’m never stressed.
Can someone be proud of me, like fuck I’m trying. I’m trying so hard.
Or what!
me: *feels an emotion*
me: who in the fuck authorized this