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larmoyante

Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.

Josephine Hart, Damage (via ushiromiyaeva)

remind me to not have kids when i grow up ok

aibaaina

#me rn

I'm always closed. I don't want people to know where I hurt.

#me #nasty days

booksandahotbeverage

sometimes you read a book at exactly the right time in your life and it’s so wonderful when that happens

#i miss the feeling #too much reality i cannot with fantasy anymore

litverve

The soul is silent. If it speaks at all it speaks in dreams.

Louise Glück, from Child Crying Out (via violentwavesofemotion)

#god #poetry

violentwavesofemotion-deactivat

I…I used to make long speeches to you after you left. I used to talk to you all the time, even though I was alone. I walked around for months talking to you. Now I don’t know what to say. It was easier when I just imagined you. I even imagined you talking back to me. We’d have long conversations, the two of us. It was almost like you were there. I could hear you, I could see you, smell you. I could hear your voice. Sometimes your voice would wake me up. It would wake me up in the middle of the night, just like you were in the room with me. Then…it slowly faded. I couldn’t picture you anymore. I tried to talk out loud to you like I used to, but there was nothing there. I couldn’t hear you. Then…I just gave it up. Everything stopped. You just…disappeared.

Paris, Texas (1984) dir. by Wim Wenders (via violentwavesofemotion)

#me and my bestfriend #i cry

nevver

More from Lost in Translation, Ella Frances Sanders

#kilig #is a #filipino word omg

i really need someone to talk to. im not okay and im scared. its really hard to make people, especially my parents to understand me. they keep on making me feel that what i love doing are unimportant.

i never felt special to them. they make me feel worthless that is why i constantly doubt myself. i mean what is the use of believing in yourself if the people who in the first place must support you just left you in the open to die?

my mother hates me. she always tells me that im such a slowpoke and that i make horrible decisions. and theres my father who keeps on telling me that what i now have arent real.

i want to die. ive been considering it for months now. no one will miss me and thats good. im sick and tired of all the crap that pesters me everyday.

i will never amount to anything--- this is what everyone tells me everyday. i cant take all this negativity anymore, worrying about my future, and even my relationship with other people. i hate people, and i dont know what came into my mind that i chose the profession that im now into.

i want to open this to my friends but im not sure that theyd understand. and im also afraid to be judged. what hurts me the most is when people define me and when their definition strike a blow deep in the recesses of my mind.

i never tried writing stuff like this. but i think i tried it already when i was in high school when i kept a diary but my mother saw it and read it thats why i burned everything and i just suffice to confining my emotions inside my chest. but there were times when im incapable of keeping my emotions anymore, and thats when i let everything out, crying in the silence of the night.

#personal