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Be with someone who makes you happy.

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everything’s going to be okay

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lying on the floor. well everything will be okay in the end i think

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— Sylvia Plath, from “Parliament Hill Fields”

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what if i disappear? that will fix everything, right?

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-Zoë Lianne

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pain is a funny thing one day its physical and your head hurts so bad you dont want to leave your head or thats what you tell yourself to get through the day and one day its mental and your heart aches for something long past that you cant get back and some days its both and you can even breathe as it crushes you slowly in every which way pain is a funny thing and sometimes well sometimes it never ends

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I tell my demons to let me sleep tonight.

I am too tired to give them a home, I do not belong with the shadows.

I cannot linger in the sunlight.

I just need some sleep to fix my head

to still choose to stay when I’d rather be dead and end us all.

This is how the monuments fall to ruins.

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“i killed a part of myself that day to keep you alive”

— and i wish i could take it all back  (via cosmically-written)

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everything’s going to be okay

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I loved you,

Even though I was scared.

I didn’t run away.

Even though I had every reason to.

Even though people in my past shattered my heart,

I still loved you.

But now you left me and broke my heart,

Like they did.

— hidden-author

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I’m not where I want to be, but thank god I’m not where I once was.

it’s the tiny successes we fail to remember // 2019

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Roses are red, Violets are pretty, ass ass ass ass ass and titties

a poem by me (via lexigirmaud)

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you don’t think you’re worth saving because you’ve gotten used to the feeling of drowning

bemstar (via bemstar)

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now that you’re gone, i’m picking up the fragments of broken heart that litters my bedroom floor where i wept for nights on end, waiting for you to come back. but i don’t miss you anymore; this space inside me is void of emotions and as i regain my beating heart, i learn to love myself in a way no-one else could.

Beawings (via wingsandwhiskers)

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All I am is broken bones, lined up straight

I wanted to write a happy poem, but I don’t know what to say

Remember how I used to smile at the taste of honey in my tea?

That’s joy, I would’ve told you, that’s sweetness

But now I go to lick it from my fingers and find I’ve balled them into fists

I don’t know why I cling so tightly to this life

You always feel better as you fall, there’s no worry then, you’re never more carefree

Besides, what’s another broken bone?

–white knuckles // 4lornly

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“In the end, what matters is this: I survived.”

— Gail Honeyman