I left this blog sorry

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I left this blog sorry
Dear past self,
When u cut off ur hair mom wont be that mad and you dont have to run away.
From, Ben (that’s you)
such a great feeling when someone just genuinely wants to talk to you and wants to know how your life is going
by not even emily
*selfie doesn’t get the attention i want it 2 get* me: u guys are so rude to me. u know what? ill just delete since u don’t care bout me. is that what u guys want from me ,? deletion ?, when i die. then u will realize
little things that make me fall 4 people
having a nickname for me (not necessarily a mushy romantic one)
using my name in conversation
complimenting something I’m not super fond of about myself
sending me pictures of stuff that reminds you of me
listening to my music
recommending music to me
picking up little phrases I use and starting to use them
It sucks knowing that you're not good enough and are so easily replaceable
One day it just hit me. Like a car crash, or a train wreck. It hit so suddenly. And left tragically, and left only tragedy. It was a hard slap to the face. It was a hard slap to face. The sting it left lingered like the smell of tobacco after you smoked a whole pack, or two. It remained like a coffee stain on your shirt, like ink on paper, paint on walls, scars on your skin. There was an aftershock. Like ones after an earthquake. The realization came as a surprise. But the kind of surprises on your birthday where you find that your fish has died instead of a party. Everything becomes too real. And you see that everything is so fake. People, places, feelings, everything.
“Reality” remnant-thoughts (via remnant-thoughts)
cute person: *is nice to me*
brain: fall in love with them
me: why
brain: you gotta
You are so used to your features, you don’t know how beautiful you look to a stranger.
I need everyone to watch this I’m smiling so fucking big
Oh my god 😊😊 14llamasss
Do you ever feel people staring at you and you like forget how to walk
ON TUMBLR WE ARE REQUIRED TO POST THIS EVERY YEAR.
(i literally waited till midnight to post this)
i’ve missed this everytime for the past 4 years, i think it’s about time i reblog it
when the whole squad ugly as shit