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I'm just gonna fucking kill myself who cares at this point

I did something to upset nick and he took me off his spotify account😂 $10 it was my fb status about being cheated on :-)

lyricallymnded

such small hands // la dispute

I literally pray that she cheats on you so you feel a fraction of what I felt you heartless dicklipped fuck

I literally contemplated suicide because you made me feel so guilty about not being able to have sex you jerk you dont deserve to be happy

I dont want to be that girl but God damn I really want to die over losing him. My whole future is gone. I'm so sad and alone

coral

I don’t know who I am anymore.

Nick broke up with me three weeks ago and already has a new girl sleeping in my bed this is great I'm fine it's fine I didnt think I was going to marry him or anything

I cosigned for my sister's boyfriend on a used car in 2016 and I literally don't think he's paid 2 payments on time at all. I got fired from my job AND my laptop won't work right.

I have to apply to jobs and check off that I have a disability now that I have been diagnosed with PTSD and Bipolar disorder. That's weird.

pigmenting

sometimes i forget how many times i’ve picked myself off the floor, how many times i’ve washed away smudgy makeup and put myself to bed. how many times i’ve said no to something unhealthy. said yes to something good. how many times i’ve treated myself with kindness and patience. i forget how many times i’ve tended to wounds and made peace with my own anger. if i was taking care of a body that was not my own, i’d believe i was doing everything i could. so here’s to remembering that i’m doing the best i can.

goodposter

beautiful-wildlife

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humansofnewyork

“We moved to the city thirty years ago when I was a small child. We hardly had a penny at the time. My father sacrificed everything for us. If I needed new clothes, he’d wear old clothes. And he never complained. If business wasn’t good, he’d keep it to himself so we wouldn’t have to worry. Once when I was twelve years old, I really wanted a bicycle. So he bought one for me. Shortly after that, I noticed that he wasn’t wearing his favorite ring. He told me that he was getting it fixed. When I became an adult, I asked him again: ‘Where is that ring? I want to make one just like it.’ Finally he told me: ‘I sold that ring to get your bicycle.’” (Jaipur, India)