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psycho-cyanide-blog · 8 years ago
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“I wish more people would talk about things they love, just in casual conversation. Does anyone else notice that sparkle people have when they talk about that stuff? It’s so wonderful to watch and listen and be apart of that little bit of human magic”
Coral-vellichor
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“I’m so scared of leaving you.” These were the words that I always wanted to hear from you. A six-words story. A million reasons of what we could be.
ma.c.a // But for you, Staying means Hurting (via vomitingwords)
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psycho-cyanide-blog · 8 years ago
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I am not meant to be happy and that’s quite okay. Yet, with that comes no fear of death. I am indifferent to the concept of mortality. My only wish is that no one weeps whenever the world takes me because being here, living, was a chore that I was forced to do… and like a child, some days I want to throw myself on the floor and scream that I do not want to keep doing this chore.
realizing your mental illness is no longer such, it’s just a part of who you are (via toxic-obsessions)
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