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*stirs coffee with a lit cigarette and then drops it in* have you ever heard of the smiths

i hope that whatever’s worrying you works out in your favor. i hope your next test grade is an A. i hope you get in bed before 12 tonight. i hope your skin clears up when you stop stressing out. i hope you find some type of peace this week.

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Me while classes are in session: wow I am so tired and ready for classes to be over this is the worst time of my entire life

Me when classes are not in session: so what exactly am I supposed to do with myself

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Things r really hard and I am scared

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A writing tip I hardly see? Your writing isn’t boring cause you don’t feel like reading it. That’s normal. You wrote it. You’ve probably read it a million times. You know what happens. Someone else will feel differently.

marci1900

mytholgy

I want to go on a roadtrip. I want to sleep in crappy motels. I want to sing along to happy songs while driving. I want to watch the sun rise in a different city every morning. I want to take pictures of new places. I just want to go.

nikitaagupta

“death isn’t the only way to lose someone you love. i lost my closest friends when i graduated high school. i lost my friends when they moved away to foreign countries. i lost my friends to misunderstanding and conflicts. i lost the boys i once loved to prettier girls. i lost faith in love with broken relationships and broken hearts. i lost my innocence to the cigarettes i smoked under peer pressure. i lost myself last summer to stupid drunken mistakes. i lost so much in the past year yet you’ve only asked me if i am okay when i lost someone to death .death isn’t the only way to lose someone you love.”

— death isn’t the only way to lose someone/nikitaguptaa

timbllr

via weheartit

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i.

You hung the moon around my neck,

I’ll put the tides in your eyes.

ii.

I didn’t listen closely enough when we first met, but I am now.

Somewhere along the line I started to get

bits and pieces of you

stuck in my head.

Now I have almost learned you by heart.

Songbird lover, won’t you recite all the melodies your mind has composed just for me?

I want to hear all of the sounds

that occupy your space

when I am not around.

iii.

All of these memories

are silver and

engraved into me.

Count your blessings, people say, so I count the days

I have known you.

iv.

You kiss me until

I’m tissue paper blue.

v.

How can I ever hope to describe the shape of this love, so impossibly infinite?

It’s a match that never burns up,

never blows out.

It’s the flicker of flame all along my windowsill

that lets you know

I’m waiting for you to come home.

vi.

Everywhere you touched me, you planted gardens.

Spring has arrived and all of me is sprouting, blossoming into ed roses, a dozen at a time.

You told me once that sometimes you wake up and you don’t know

if you’ll ever feel the sun again, you find

yourself beneath the earth, somewhere too far down for light to go.

Don’t be afraid to cry on my shoulder, darling -

it helps the flowers grow.

themuteprotagonist

if only your dick was as big as your ego /:

#ego #egotisticle

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“If you ever feel too much pain, I invite you to pour some of it down my chest. I’ve got this big emptiness, sitting in the middle of my body. I feel it in my stomach, in my chest, in the palms of my hands and the tears rolling down my cheeks. It feels as if I had the whole entire universe forming a pitch black hollowness in my core and you could throw anything down this never ending pit and it would disappear forever.”

— depression.