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“How slow life seems to me, how violent the hope of love can be.”

— Guillaume Apollinaire, tr. by Richard Wilbur, from “Mirabeau Brigde,”

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“She told you she was down, you let it slip by. So from then, she kept it on the inside. She told herself she was alright, but she was telling white lies, Can’t you tell? Look at her dull eyes. She knew she was depressed, didn’t want to admit it, didn’t think she fit it, everyone seemed to miss it… she carried on like a soldier with a battle wound, bleeding out from every cut her body consumed..”

“Her Last words”- Courtney Parker

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I just find it funny when society says they accept everyone no matter who you are yet we have racism, sexism, body shamers, men haters/women haters etc. Society is about as fucked up as it’s standards

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“This demon

Doesn’t walk in my shadows.

No,

It wraps its self around me

And shoves its tongue down my throat,

Forcing me to never forget

The taste of my tears that night.

It runs its fingers through my hair

And pulls my head back,

Forcing me to hear continuously,

The sound of my screams that night.”

-K.N.B.

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My scars are fading just like you, at least I can bring back one of the two.

3AM thoughts

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“Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.”

— Cormac McCarthy (via thoughtkick)

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““The most painful goodbyes are the ones that are never said and never explained.””

— Unknown (via thoughtkick)

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people only give a fuck when its too late & ur gone huh

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Calm.

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I can vividly imagine myself slitting my wrists and my life draining away

It’s scary

But I really want it

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