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[abduction]

[megstr]

[thuihui-blog]

[thuihui-blog]

"I am too fearful to go but not strong enough to stay.”

[thuihui-blog]

[cocainepractice]

[l-unaire]

b&w

[theliteraryjournals]

I don’t know what I feel or what I want to feel. I don’t know what to think or what I am.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet  (via theliteraryjournals)

[http-fckk]

I’m breaking down because I’m sick of never being good enough, and I’m done trying to be.

[ich-hab-angst-dich-zu-verlieren]

[idktorn]

I’m a jealous person, I can’t really help it. I’m insecure and I worry about everything. I have this constant fear that if I let someone in, I’ll give them my whole heart and they’ll only give me half of theirs. I worry that I’ll end up alone and heart broken once again, something I dearly do not need. I’m always scared that if I give someone my heart, they’ll find someone better; someone with less problems and less drama. I can’t really help it, this “not good enough” thing. I wish I could give myself wholeheartedly to someone and they would give the same back, but any time it has happened, they end up leaving me in my misery.

(via idktorn)

[blossomfully]

One day he says, “I am so tired,” and you nod. You say, “I’m sorry.” This is how it is; how it’s always been. He shakes his head and you apologise for being the cause of his stress. Neither of you are wrong. Neither of you are right. He says, “I don’t know what to do anymore. Are you happy?” You can’t say yes; and you don’t want to say no, just because you’re unhappy doesn’t mean you want him to go. He asks you, “does love even factor into this anymore?” And you think it must, it must, but all your problems revolve around something else - like arguing about undercooking the eggs; like getting jealous about their ex; like hurting them and not apologising; like always having to be right. He holds you gently one night, he says, “am I the one?” You think, “I want you to be. Fuck. Don’t you understand?” You say, “of course you are,” and you don’t return the question. You don’t know what you’ll do if he doesn’t say it back.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #240 (via blossomfully)

 (via nitrqin)

[wnq-writers]

You try to push people away, but in all honesty you just want someone to hold you close no matter how hard you try, and for them to not let you go. You don’t want to get close, because you either don’t want to hurt them, or you don’t want to get hurt yourself. Vulnerability scares the living heck out of you, because instead of finding comfort in sharing things, you find the fear of being left.

potentiallifesavers (via wnq-writers)

[xtheteenagebitch]

[onlyyjusstadreamm]

[stayygone]

I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out. You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness. You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.

“you’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness”  (via bl-ossomed)

[kelly-clarkson]

[teenagehipst3r]