stone cold and barely breathing

You know that feeling you get when someone sits on your chest? you slowly suffocate. You quickly begin to panic, because while everything gets hazy you realize that its all falling apart. This blog indulges in all the feelings i cant face and admit.

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I think as you grow older your christmas list gets smaller and the things you really want for the holidays can’t be bought

(via thesilentandthehopeful)

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I’m someone who’s mostly dead inside but still has a little hope for something extraordinary, which, as I said, is the worst breed of human, because it means I know everything is bullshit, but that I secretly hope for the day when it might not be.

Nick Miller (via bodv)

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I don’t think I will ever be okay, and I’m learning to live with that.

Kayci Lynn. (via separate-ways-worlds-apart)

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I am not black, I am white. To them, I cannot be wrong, I am always right. This is not about, The pains or troubles, Of white people’s shouts, Nor the sympathy, We beg for, When we haven’t a clue what we speak about. This is about the flag, That we rise for, Every day, There is blue, Red, And, always, white, But these days, There is far too much red, And yet, We still call it ‘right.’

-Me because if it’s all I can do then I am going to do it. (via huntandshout)

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rotition:

I’m looking for a tumblr girlfriend to make famous! Following everyone back :) <3

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attempting to hide your desperate need for breath after a short flight of stairs

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[heartistically]

I don’t want to be the other half of your soul. I want to be the one who reminds you that you’re already whole.

(via mil0vat)

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Truth is, this isn’t like the last time I loved you. I look at you and suddenly I want to be rooftops at sunset and empty classrooms and the way early May poetry tastes on your lips but it’s November now and the sky hasn’t stopped crying for the past few days and whatever words I could say slip into fog and I’m scared of pulling my eyes away from yours and feeling you disappear again. I want to kiss you but I think I’ve cracked my lips against the teeth of open mouthed hungry boys while I was waiting for you to love me back and if I ever press my lips onto yours again you’ll drown in the echo of the sound my heart made when you left three months ago because I haven’t yet taught it to be quiet and it screams against my chest whenever you’re around. This isn’t like the last time I loved you.

A Story A Day #16 by r.b (via im-the-new-jayz)

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Love someone that is permanent. Love someone that leaves a mark on your heart that aches when they leave. Love someone that puts books on your bookshelf, Leaves their toothbrush asleep next to yours, Stains your sheets with mascara and lipstick, even after washing it over and over. Love someone who’s clothes turn up in your wardrobe, Who’s shoes are under your bed, Who’s left so many notes under your pillow that you’re finding them for months. Love someone that isn’t afraid of becoming permanent, That doesn’t turn pale when you hand them tickets for six months time. Love someone that pictures you as 80 years old and still imagines kissing your wrinkly neck every morning. Don’t trust someone Who tells you to live in the moment And won’t put your picture beside their bed In case your break their heart.

(via tellyvenom)

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