You stopped choosing me. The end.
meticulousBlues. (via yoursixwordstory)

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stylesxhealy:

stylesxhealy:

THERE IS SUCH A FUCKING PROBLEM WITH THE EDUCATION SYSTEM WHEN STUDENTS ARE IN TEARS EVERY SINGLE NIGHT AND WAKE UP EVERY SINGLE MORNING WANTING TO THROW UP AT THE THOUGHT OF GETTING OUT OF BED WHILE THINKING THAT THEY’D RATHER BE DEAD THAN GO TO SCHOOL

eleven thousand people can relate to this post. that’s not okay. 

(via lonely-only-4u)


How anxiety works:

Person: you're loud
Anxiety: you're annoying, a worthless piece of shit to the human race.
Person: you're quiet
Anxiety: speak the fuck up you shy ass little whore.
Person: you failed the math test? Bummer.
Anxiety: you dumbass,you'll never get anywhere in life. Kill yourself.

omq-sad:

me every night

omq-sad:

me every night


I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.
Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima, Mon Amour (1959)

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