💜Emma💜

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[universal19-blog]

Me

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He died for our presents

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What it feels like to listen to their music:

Panic! At the disco: dancing with someone as a joke and executing the perfect spin-then-dip

The Young Veins: driving into somewhere you love and it looks just like how you left it

The Brobecks: running around with your closest friends on a summer night, just for the rebellion™ of it

Fall out boy: walking through crowded streets in your favorite shoes and walking to the beat of whatever song you're listening to

My Chemical Romance: the burn/relief of walking into an extremely hot house after you've been in the biting cold all day

Twenty One Pilots: going to an underground party and not being able to see who's around you but you're all connected by the music

[xtoniantonioux-blog]

[brokenheartedpoems]

How Are You?

Casually you’ll ask if I’m okay 

I’ll give the same response 

I give every other time and that’s a shrug 

I never know how I feel 

And why should I know 

It can change really quick

I can be joyful and happy one second 

And the next it can be taken away

Feelings are just temporary 

Perhaps they aren’t real 

Just a figment of everyone’s imagination 

So next time you ask me if I’m okay

I’ll just shrug

because whats the point in knowing

if it can change in a split second

[fucksocietyandthoughts]

[brokenheartedpoems]

the world is dying i’m sitting here crying you’re over there trying and we’re both just a mess

my hands start to shake your mind starts to race we think about our hearts but it’s all gone to waste

and the tear marks on my cheeks the words we don’t speak the fact that you’re facing me is something i can’t handle

and as we sit on opposite sides thinking about life what’s the matter with crying if the rest of us are dying

[letherainefalldown]

[universal19-blog]

I honestly can't remember that me.

[melindacarolinee]

Anxiety ruins you. It turns a simple or non existent situation, into a catastrophe. It rips you from sleep. To the point where it makes you sick, because you’re so tired. It creates problems that aren’t even there. It’s like having a little devil on your shoulder. All the time, whispering what could go wrong. And what a nuisance you are, And how awful you are. So you start to repeat all the bad things about yourself. “Nobody wants you around” “You’re so boring” “You’re ugly” “Everyone is sick of you” “Your boyfriend is going to get tired of dealing with this” “You’re a mess all the time, how could anyone love that?” “Their lives would be better if you just went far away” Should I go away? It makes you angry over little things. It ruins your relationship because you’re always worried about everything. It makes you just want to be alone. To distance yourself. I haven’t seen my friends in 4 weeks. But wait, I forgot the panic attacks. I can’t breath. My heart is going out of control. I’m sweating. I’m dizzy. My chest is so tight. It feels like an elephant is sitting on it. All of this is going on in your head, But all people see is a polite smile. Anxiety ruins you. And it’s so damn tiring. To fight a battle inside your head, Every Single Day.

Chapters from my life (via melindacarolinee)

[staryeyes-deactivated20171207]

I’m never going to be the pretty one, the smart one, the popular one, the cool one. I’m just a nobody. Nobody calls me their best friend, nobody says I’m their favorite person, nobody tells me they love me. And I’m sick of it.

[deadbyinside]