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when somebody is crying and ur like

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Omg I know Adele wanted to scream

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me: *softly, under many blankets* I'm trying

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This may be a sad chapter but you are not a sad story

a follower told me this, thank you. // May 4th (via bled)

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It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills. It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood. It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away. It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back she was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays. It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)

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*inhales* what a beautiful day *exhales* to play video games for 15 hours straight

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Clear your mind here

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That day, she was amazed to discover that when he was saying “As you wish”, what he meant was, “I love you.”  The Princess Bride (1987) 

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Me texting at night..

Them: you sleepy? Me: nahh I’m good Them: alright,, wyd Me: *falls asleep*

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Here’s a salve for my lately wounded heart and soul:

“i just hope that one day, each of us who has loved and felt lost at the middle of the road we are walking on will at least find our way back to the beginning. it’s where everything becomes new. fresh. as if we’ve never tried to dealt our souls an exhausting journey. as if we’ve never stepped on the starting line. as if the spring is just about to bloom new wishes, all of which are granted. each of us will be raw, like a car with its tires replaced for a longer journey. like roots with wilted buds but will soon spring out new leaves again. and that somewhere along the road, if we ever get lost again, we find a pair of hands ready to guide us on our way that leads to home. we find a pair of hands that are warm enough to not let go and make us hold on tighter. a pair of hands soft enough to shatter the pain that the roughness of life has inflicted. i hope that one day, each of us who has loved so dearly will find ourselves being loved the same way. if not, then more. if not more, then at least just enough to save our dying souls.”  - @josephinebracken

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I don't get "disappointed" anymore, I just be like aw again? ok lol

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It was too much. The comfortable people made comfortable jokes about weather and things but I sat mostly silent saying a word or so when necessary a word or so trying to hide from them the fact that I was a fool and feeling terrible And I was numb, numb again, numb again again and again, numbness and pain swelling in me.

Charles Bukowski (via ive-become-comfortably–numb)

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Where Are Ü with William Shakespeare

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Did another cover of this song with a faster tempo so it doesn’t sound as depressing D:

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Sort Of - Ingrid Michaelson cover