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Ik heb nood aan een knuffel, een echte knuffel. Zo eentje waar je je hoofd kunt begraven tussen de schouders van de ander. Waar je hoofd wordt vastgenomen en zachtjes over je rug gewreven wordt. Waar je dicht tegen de ander getrokken wordt en armen je heel stevig vastnemen. Dat het oké is moest er een traan of twee op een t-shirt blijven hangen.

traumatisedd

serious

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

it makes you stronger than ever

(via serious)

coral

vdxly-deactivated20170626

How did I ever give someone the power to fuck me up this bad

8 P.M. Thoughts (via whorexed)

gunsxbibles

beaglesarecute

People scare me. They change their minds so quick. One moment it’s “I love you” and “you make me happy” and the next it’s “I’m not sure anymore” and “this isn’t what I want”

07/23/15 (via beaglesarecute)

thelovewhisperer

I’m not the type of person to give up on someone. Yes, sometimes I get really mad and upset so I need a minute to cool off but I’ll never abandon you. I don’t leave people. And I think that’s why it always hurts so bad when people leave me.

sums it up (via lalapaige) Bull-fucking-shit (via itty-e)

kissedby-suicide

Everything seems to be exhausting me, no matter how much sleep or how much coffee I drink or how long I lie down, something inside me seems to have given up. My soul is tired.

(via blu3rthanvelvet)