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How do you tell people? How do you tell them that you’re exhausted even though you slept for 10 hours? How do you tell them that you need a break from talking and smiling and simply being near them? How do you tell them that although you love them, you so desperately need to be alone tonight?
Midnight thoughts (I’m burnt out)
I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I wore thick fucking armor. And I hurt people so they couldn’t hurt me. And I thought that was what being tough was, but it isn’t.
James Frey (via c-elestee)
You’ve become so damaged that when someone tries to give you what you deserve, you have no fucking idea how to respond.
(via fuckinq)
When you lowkey hurting inside but you gotta act like you chilling all the time.
I love you. But I hate what you did to me. You destroyed me emotionally. You ripped my heart from my chest and left me for dead. I was alone, and you were doing just fine.
Me (via pierce-the-kat)
A little girl visiting the Los Angeles Alligator Farm in the 1920s. Safety regulations have changed a lot since then.
I’m glad it’s easy for you to just sweep me under the rug like the unwanted dust you’re too lazy to take care of yourself. I’m glad it’s so easy for you to just clear me out of your closet like I’m one of the 5 pairs of jeans you bought on a whim instead of trying them on first only to find that they’re 2 sizes too big. I’m glad it’s easy for you to talk about me as if I’m just a passing phase. I’m glad it’s easy for you to describe me as a headache you’ll get over with just a good night’s rest. And I’m glad it’s easy for you to act like you’re getting me out of your system as if I’ve never gotten under your skin. Most of all? I’m glad you’ve made it so fucking clear that I was nothing more to you than just a measly bad habit of biting your nails. Glorify and boast about your progress all you want, but one day my absence is going to consume every god damn molecule of you and you’ll have nothing to show for it but bleeding fucking fingers.
(via nikita–louise)
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