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Thank you for reblogging the "here's your sign to not commit suicide." You saved my life.

I’m so happy you’re okay!! Stay safe ❤️

If you see this on your dash, it’s too late

((Reblog or Halloween won’t be celebrated. If you reblog this in 50 seconds, you’ll have the best Halloween and be blessed by the spoopy skeleton gods.))

((This skeleton will also break all chain mail or reblog or die posts and you’ll live a happy life.))

holybolognajabronies

That last line is why i reblogged

kingofthekats

lifewritten

I want him to think just once, he fucked up. He lost someone who cared for him and continuously cried over him months and months even after it ended. Who cared for him so deeply that she had to take a break from school because she could just barely get herself up and out of bed. However, he didn’t think twice about her. He continued getting up and smiling and laughing with his friends, not even glancing over or wondering for a second about how she was feeling. He continued to be selfish and move on, meanwhile she took the time and effort to forget about you, it took a lot. In the end, she was successful.

Time heals (via lifewritten)

bleed-out-pain

Where do you see yourself in five years?

Me: The morgue or a psych ward.

brokenheartedwriter

The day I knew you, everyone else became so empty they almost stopped existing.

Another heart-broken girl (via brokenheartedwriter)

haleyledford718-deactivated2019

i took you like a drug,

you were barely in my system at first.

and the next thing i knew,

thoughts of you flooded through my veins.

and i know they say that drugs are bad,

but i liked the high you made me feel.

but now you’re gone,

and the only thing that can seem to fix this

are more and more drugs.

and it seems i’m addicted,

just like i was once,

to you.

violent-delights-violent-ends

Coping mechanisms

idktorn

I’m not going to lie about this — yes I still miss him, of course I do; yes I still look for bits of him in every guy I meet, I probably always will; yes I still hope that I’ll see his face every time there’s a knock and I open the door — but I don’t want him back. He ruined me. And even though I love him, I know he’s no good for me.

An extract from a book I’ll never write #6 (via idktorn)