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"Why can't you just hate me?" I don't wanna hate you. I can't. I never will. Because if I hate you I have nothing left.
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— Georgia O'Keeffe, from a letter to Russel Vernon Hunter, from Georgia O'Keeffe: Art and Letters (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
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It’s ironic, isn’t it? Being suicidal, yet making sure you’re there for your friends who feel the same telling them to stay, to breathe when you yourself aren’t willing to do so.
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I’ve been pleading with the void to take me but it keeps spitting me back out like even death doesn’t want me
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there's not a single nonchalant bone in my body. I care so much I could literally vomit.
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I don’t know how to go on like this. Giving up sounds so much easier
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I hope when death finds me it feels like my father carrying me to bed from the car while I'm asleep.
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i kept pretending i was bulletproof and now i’m bleeding out alone.
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None of this would’ve been an issue if I just killed myself at 16
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I plant roots so deeply in the people I love that I always lose a piece of myself when they go.
- Beau Taplin
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"slut era" i say as i rot and decay in my bedroom and watch the years pass me by as i miss out on core experiences other people my age are having while i think about the past
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i love how we pick up habits and phrases and songs from people we love and it sticks with us for so long it becomes a piece of us making us a museum of all the people we've ever loved
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