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And it’s stupid and I am stupid and I am here, keeping a wound open by waiting for an apology from someone who doesn’t regret hurting me.

amindmadeofwordsandsilence  (via wnq-writers)

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is it bad that I just got out of breath eating a pizza? asking for a friend..

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ig source: luanna90

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Loving someone shouldn’t make you hate yourself.

Daren Colbert, Mirror (via wnq-writers)

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RARE HISTORIC PHOTOS WE MIGHT HAVEN’T YET SEEN

An Exotic Dancer Demonstrates That Her Underwear Was Too Large To Have Exposed Herself, After Undercover Police Officers Arrested Her In Florida

Dorothy Counts – The First Black Girl To Attend An All-White School In The United States – Being Teased And Taunted By Her White Male Peers At Charlotte’s Harry Harding High School, 1957

Austrian Boy Receives New Shoes During WWII

Jewish Prisoners After Being Liberated From A Death Train, 1945

The Graves Of A Catholic Woman And Her Protestant Husband, Holland, 1888

A Lone Man Refusing To Do The Nazi Salute, 1936

Job Hunting In 1930’s

German Soldiers React To Footage Of Concentration Camps, 1945

Residents Of West Berlin Show Children To Their Grandparents Who Reside On The Eastern Side, 1961

Acrobats Balance On Top Of The Empire State Building, 1934

Mafia Boss Joe Masseria Lays Dead On A Brooklyn Restaurant Floor Holding The Ace Of Spades, 1931

Lesbian Couple At Le Monocle, Paris, 1932

The Most Beautiful Suicide – Evelyn Mchale Leapt To Her Death From The Empire State Building, 1947

The Remains Of The Astronaut Vladimir Komarov, A Man Who Fell From Space, 1967

Race Organizers Attempt To Stop Kathrine Switzer From Competing In The Boston Marathon. She Became The First Woman To Finish The Race, 1967

Harold Whittles Hearing Sound For The First Time, 1974

Nikola Tesla Sitting In His Laboratory With His “Magnifying Transmitter” more

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I bumped into you today. Reflexively I apologised; ironic because you're the one who left me hurting. You made new friends, got a new boyfriend. You made a name for yourself by leaving me in the dust. You muttered, barely audible "it's okay" as if whatever it was that I'd done to make you, my best friend, forget I even existed could be forgiven. Forgotten. I've been watching you interact with your new crew and it's taken me all this time to realise that I don't want to be around a person like you. You're fine and for some reason I still can't let this go.

we'll never be friends again

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Behind The Scenes of The Veronica Mars Movie by Chris Lowell.

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You always say that you don’t mean to. It’s never your intention to hurt me, yet you always do it. You hurt me when you don’t answer me. You tell me I’m your priority. I’m the most important thing in your life. That I’m your world but if I’m being honest, it never feels like it. You make me feel unwanted. You make me cry and doubt myself but yet I still stay with you. I stay with you because I love you but it’s obvious you no longer love me. It hurts but I need to let go of us because sadly, there isn’t an ‘us’ anymore.

basically-lying (via wnq-writers)

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The Fate Of Nature Spiralling Out Of Control

Australian artist Nate Hill depicts the visual equivalent of having an epiphany - an incredible moment of emerging from the darkness and faced with the light of understanding. Find his art prints, pillows, tapestries in his Society6 shop.

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You think you’ve seen her naked because she took her clothes off? You’ve kissed her lips, and you’ve climbed inside her. Somehow you think that’s enough to know and love someone. Tell me about her nightmares? The ones that have her twitching next to you as you snore on, oblivious. Look down at your unblemished hands and tell me how many times you’ve cut yourself on the pieces of her broken heart. Tell me why she paints, Why she writes, Why she takes long baths. Tell me about her life, her childhood. Tell me about the first man who broke her heart. Tell me about her father and her brother. Tell me about her demons, and her fears. Tell me about her insecurities and the conversations she has with herself. Tell me about everything she wants from life. Tell me all the tiny little things she’s wished upon a star for. Tell me why her favorite city is her favorite city. Tell me why she flinches, ever so slightly, when you call her beautiful. Tell me all the little things you hate about her, and I’ll tell you why I love them. Tell me about her darkness, and I’ll tell you about her light. No my friend, you may have seen her body, but you have still yet to see her naked.

whatifgodisacat, Naked  (via wnq-writers)

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People say ‘there are other fish in the sea,’ I say ‘f*ck you, she was my sea.

Jen Faulkner (via thelovejournals)

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You were worried that I didn’t approve of your boyfriend but that should have been the least of your concerns. You told me you just didn’t want me to be disappointed in you. Of course I told you that I could never be disappointed by you but only because I aim to please. You’d disappointed me before and you’d surely do it again. I’m disappointed now because you let me down. Again, and I’m so tired.

But I can’t make this better

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I will write you letters which I will never send , I will write you poems which you will never read, I will tell stories about you which you will never know , I will miss you and break a little and you will have no idea , it’s funny how sometimes we can love and die over someone so silently.

Kriti.G (via wnq-writers)

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PHOTOGRAPHY BY TINA CRESPO

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