“Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, 'I am falling to the floor crying,' but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well.”
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fuckoffcats: THE AMOUNT OF THINGS I HAVE TO DO AND I’M SITTING HERE REFRESHING MY FUCKING DASHBOARD OVER AND OVER AGAIN I HATE THIS FUCKING WEBSITE (Source: heathermorris, via crystallized-teardrops)

fuckoffcats:

THE AMOUNT OF THINGS I HAVE TO DO AND I’M SITTING HERE REFRESHING MY FUCKING DASHBOARD OVER AND OVER AGAIN I HATE THIS FUCKING WEBSITE

(Source: heathermorris, via crystallized-teardrops)

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lunarthirteen: disparatre: Girls who don’t receive romantic/sexual attention from boys blame themselves Boys who don’t receive romantic/sexual attention from girls blame girls This. (via heavenandmel)

lunarthirteen:

disparatre:

Girls who don’t receive romantic/sexual attention from boys blame themselves

Boys who don’t receive romantic/sexual attention from girls blame girls

This.

(via heavenandmel)

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“Don’t mistake these holes for scars. I am as crestfallen as the moon, but my heart is just as full.”
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laurazocca: I like drinking tea alone, and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone. It gives me time to think, and set my mind free. I like eating alone, and listening to music alone. But when I see a mother with her child; A girl with her lover; Or a friend laughing with their best friend; I realize that even though I like being alone I don’t fancy being lonely. after 3+ years on tumblr this is still the most relevant accurate thing i’ve ever seen (Source: buddhacoffee, via maltobi96)

laurazocca:

I like drinking tea alone, and reading alone.

I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone.

It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.

I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.

But when I see a mother with her child;

A girl with her lover;

Or a friend laughing with their best friend;

I realize that even though I like being alone

I don’t fancy being lonely.

after 3+ years on tumblr this is still the most relevant accurate thing i’ve ever seen

(Source: buddhacoffee, via maltobi96)

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ya-maula: It’s easier to die than to love anything, mainly yourself. (Source: 3hunna-cuts, via aestheticintrovert)

ya-maula:

It’s easier to die than to love anything, mainly yourself.

(Source: 3hunna-cuts, via aestheticintrovert)

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“My nails are breaking and my hair is thinning. (Where are you?) I’m reading all my poems about other boys and I can taste bile in my mouth. How could I have written so desperately about anyone other than you? (Where are you?) Do you think that ghosts and tv screens are ruining things for us; do you think they’ve set expectations we can’t reach? (Where are you?) I don’t want to adjust to sleeping alone. (Where are you?) It’s hard to be so far away from a storm; I can see it ripping through my childhood home and I think I can finally understand why storms are named after people. We rip through other’s hearts like it means nothing and I’m watching my family crumble like rotting trees. I’m too close to not be collateral damage, I’m too far away to fix it. (Where are you?) I’m sorry for the way I’m hard to deal with and for the way I sometimes cry when you kiss me and tell I’m beautiful. I’m sorry I get distant and angry; I’m sorry that I love you enough to let myself be broken and put back together under the weight of your heart. (Where are you?) (Where are you?) (Where are you?)”
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