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There’s a difference between somebody who wants you and somebody who would do anything to keep you. Remember that.

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I’m addicted to you. I’m addicted to the way you say my name and the way you call me yours. I’m addicted to the late night phone calls and the way you tell me you love me. I’m addicted to the feelings I get when I think of your breath against my skin. I’m addicted to your laugh and the way your eyes light up the room. I’m addicted to your smile and your ability to make me feel beautiful without saying a word. But most of all, I’m addicted to the fact that after meeting you, thinking about my future no longer terrifies me. Babygirl, you’re a drug that I could endlessly fill my veins with.

and I plan to (via m-ellowed)

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This body never feels like home.

six word poem // h.e.p. (via maelstromhead)

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So you attempt to hide your loneliness in public, to behave, in fact, as though you have too many friends already, and thus you hope to attract people who will unwittingly save you. But it never works that way. Your condition is written all over your face, in the hunch of your shoulders, in the hollowness of your laugh. You fool no one.

David Murosek (via wordsthat-speak)

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I’ve wanted more minutes in a day ever since I met you.

(via soulsscrawl)

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There’s a difference between “feeling sad” and “depression”. There’s a difference between “not liking what you see in the mirror” and “self hate”. There’s a difference between “feeling shit” and “feeling shit enough to take a blade to your skin”. There’s a difference between “I went to bed at 1am” and “insomnia”. There’s a difference between “skipping a meal” and “an eating disorder”. I just wish people would realise.

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I failed as a student. I failed as a daughter. I failed as a girlfriend. I failed as a human being.

a good representation of myself   (via horrid-child)

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Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.

Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time (via larmoyante)

truth about life

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You are stronger than you realise. You are crueller than you realise. The smallest words will break your heart. You will change. You’re not the same person you were three years ago. You’re not even the same person you were three minutes ago and that’s okay. Especially if you don’t like the person you were three minutes ago. People come and go. Some are cigarette breaks, others are forest fires. You won’t like your name until you hear someone say it in their sleep. You’ll forget your email password but ten years from now you’ll still remember the number of steps up to his flat. You don’t have to open the curtains if you don’t want to. Never stop yourself texting someone. If you love them at 4 a.m., tell them. If you still love them at 9.30 a.m., tell them again. Make sure you have a safe place. Whether it’s the kitchen floor or the Travel section of a bookshop, just make sure you have a safe place. You will be scared of all kinds of things, of spiders and clowns and eating alone, but your biggest fear will be that people will see you the way you see yourself. Sometimes, looking at someone will be like looking into the sun. Sometimes someone will look at you like you are the sun. Wait for it. You will learn how to sleep alone, how to avoid the cold corners but still fill a bed. Always be friends with the broken people. They know how to survive. You can love someone and hate them, all at once. You can miss them so much you ache but still ignore your phone when they call. You are good at something, whether it’s making someone laugh or remembering their birthday. Don’t ever let anyone tell you that these things don’t matter. You will always be hungry for love. Always. Even when someone is asleep next to you you’ll envy the pillow touching their cheek and the sheet hiding their skin. Loneliness is nothing to do with how many people are around you but how many of them understand you. People say I love you all the time. Even when they say, ‘Why didn’t you call me back?’ or ‘He’s an asshole.’ Make sure you’re listening. You will be okay. You will be okay.

21 things my father never told me - ohthativy (via perfect)

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I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.

Hanamoto Hagumi, Honey and Clover (via coyotegold)

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tired of feeling like this ...

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At least this is true for me