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Skull of a Skeleton with Burning Cigarette (1886) by Vincent van Gogh
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Cuz you and I, we were born to die
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I could never use highlighter because I felt bad for the sentences i didn't highlight, it felt as if I was abandoning them
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Somedays,you just want to disappear
and today,
is one of those days
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Me: writing something sad
Tumblr: make sure you add tags
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How can someone be so full of guilt!?
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Natalie Portman in the "Annihilation"
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Worst day ever (not a single leaf I stepped on was crunchy)
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how alone and peaceful it was
to be on my own
I forgot for a while
that I was dying
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I will make sure to love my daughter
so when she grows up
she won't look for love in strangers
so she will fall fall in love
because she wants to
and not because it's a need
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I rested for an hour
but the guilt of it consumed me for days
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not everyone will understand your sadness
how you'll be sad even if everything is right
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how I wish to hug my mother and cry but I know she'll never understand
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