:-D

i make jokes in order to hide the fact that i'm dead inside

[ambivalentlyyours]

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ah f*ck he cheated on me

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You're beautiful and precious. So many people care about you and love you including me. I love you, princess

i miss you

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Kill yourself

thanks redbeard 👌🏽

[brutereason]

The myth that there is a big difference between a “rapist” and a “good dude” is a dangerous one. A rapist is just a person who makes the choice in a moment to tell himself he’s entitled to your body. A person who decides to put his need and/or desire for sex above your comfort and safety.

The Myth of Saints and Monsters: Why The False Dichotomy of Rapist vs Good Guy Needs To Die — Medium (via brutereason)

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things my best friend wrote on me

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You are not garbage, you are wonderful

you too

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You're beautiful and precious. So many people care about you and love you including me. I love you, princess

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[11anothergirl11]

You realize how much you truly miss someone when something happens - good or bad - and the only person you want to tell is the one person who isn’t there.

[foxy-mulder-deactivated20190929]

brown eyes are heartmeltingly pretty pass it on

[inkskinned]

that’s the way it was, you know? we’d lie in bed and stare at the ceiling and say, “if i go in tomorrow i will kill myself” and mean it all the way and then when the morning came, we’d get out of bed and sling backpacks over our shoulders. maybe that’s the reason everyone thought we were faking it: because we were so damn awful at going through with it. god, how many of my friends ended up underground. humans remember pain in odd ways. i know when you died i clutched my chest and howled for hours. it still hurts, but not as bad as it used to. i always think, “i’ve lived through this enough times that i’ll be alright the next time,” but i don’t think we ever really learn how to be alright at all. and you hurt and you wake up and you remember the pain from last night in an odd way and you say to yourself, well, okay, i can handle today, it’s a wound but it’s healing. and then at night you say, no more of this ever again. and the cycle starts over again. god, but did i live for the weekends. what a waste of life that is: hating five out of seven days. what were they even supposed to be teaching us, because all i learned is that you can be bone-crushingly tired and so sad that the smallest things make you cry and you will still be able to put both feet on the floor the next day. i guess it taught me i could survive anything, but it wasn’t a lesson i think they kept in the curriculum. were we supposed to be so young and already know so much about sorrow? god, these quiet mornings. i hate remembering. i hate being.

(i’m sad, but i’m staying, and so should you) // r.i.d (via inkskinned)

[fka-feminish]

The absence of an enthusiastic yes, is a no.

The absence of an informed yes, is a no.

The absence of a sober yes, is a no.

The absence of a response, is a no.

The existence of coercion, is a not a yes.

The existence of manipulation, is a not a yes.

The existence of guilt, is a not a yes.

A no is always a no. A yes is only a yes if it stands up by itself, without force or persuasion of any kind.

[theunquotables]

We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus. That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

Charles Bukowski  (via slpng)

[ibelongwith-you]

She’s so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you because you know she is. She’s funny without ever being mean. I love her. God, I love her. I’m so lucky to love her.

The Fault In Our Stars

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okay but look how much happier i was to take a picture with my bunny

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feeling really good about my relationship right now and trying to take everything in life a day at a time so I don't get stressed annd overwhelmed

[wordsnquotes]

If you love deeply, you’re going to get hurt badly. But it’s still worth it.

C.S. Lewis  (via wordsnquotes)