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I just looked back on my personal blog from a really rough time in my life and I swear that I am going to spend the rest of my life trying to make sure nobody feels as low as I did ever again

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idk when i posted this, but I’m majoring in psychology rn and currently hoping to pursue a career as a therapist in the psych unit of a hospital.....don’t forget your dreams

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last day to reblog

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you now you want to.

Gonna have to wait a whole year if you miss this.

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Fine

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YOU ONLY HAVE 4 DAYS TO REBLOG THIS! DON’T PROCRASTINATE!

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If you have been brutally broken, but still have the courage to be gentle to others then you deserve a love deeper than the ocean itself.

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@catchingmanatees @fuzzyginger @me

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As you get older, you really just want to be surrounded by good people. People that are good for you, good to you, and good for your soul.

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I liked that about her. She was unpredictable. Sometimes the things she said and did were surprising. Sometimes they disturbed me. But she was exciting, and that’s what I liked most. She was so many, many things but she was never once boring.

S. Zhao (via blossomfully)

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And there she’ll be, all skin and skin and more skin. And you’ll trace the curve of her spine with the curves of your finger and you’ll whisper that she is the most beautiful girl in the universe. But you won’t know her favourite colour, or that her greatest fear is waking up old and finding that she hasn’t maintained a single meaningful relationship. You won’t care that there are nights when she cannot sleep because she is so afraid of failure and disappointment and wasting her life. And you won’t hear her call you a liar when you say that you love her, because she knows that if you loved her you would hold her properly instead of turning your back, and that you would ask her questions instead of putting your fingers in her mouth. You won’t care that she looks beautiful in the morning; you won’t care that she wants to save the world. To you, her dreams won’t mean anything. And I hope, one day, she will finally realise that she deserves better.

Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)

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We were too similar in the end. The same side of the same coin. There wasn’t room for the both of us. When we loved, it was beautiful, passionate. When we fought, we fought with the same claws. Three months in, I knew. “You’re going to hurt me,” I told him. “No I won’t.” He said. He had the same kind of stubbornness that I felt every day. The same pride. 4 months in, we had our first fight. “You don’t love me like I love you,” he said. I wanted to cry. Later that night I started sobbing into the sheets and he wrapped his arms around me like a blanket and buried his face into my neck. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” The following morning things were normal again. But there was a heaviness in the air. We’re too similar, I thought. We understand each other too well. We understand how to act in order to cause hurt. Not just a little bit, but with a sharpness that rips to the core. We know how to tear each other apart just like we know how to build each other up. I was terrified. “He’s going to hurt me,” I said to myself. And a voice inside of me said, “but you knew that from the start.”

Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)