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                               unexpressed emotions tend to stay in         the body like small ticking time bombs …

                              independent OC. please read rules &                               about first.  written by luna.

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i wanna get drunk and kiss a lot and not think for a while

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im a buzzy bee sorry

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bc i dont feel like doin anything productive i thought id let u know that i full on, like FULL ON NAKED, LIKE NO CLOTHES !!!, flashed my neighbour today so that wasnt fun

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i’m so grateful for the people who don’t give up on me and are patient with me while i’m distant and trying to figure myself out

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literally starting to relate more ‘n more to people w schizophrenia like when i get stressed i start like having schizophrenia like symptoms such as voices talking to me, noises that aren’t there ‘n like shit in the corner of my eye 'n u know that general like where is my brain kinda stuff

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person: *points at leg* why is your leg shaking

me: well my pal my buddy I am full of anxiety

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ensignfinnclifton:

    it takes finn a second to remember the girl leo’s talking about but he nods after a while. “yeah? i mean, i never really talked to her, or anything.” or ever acknowledged her in or out of class. “what about her?”

 “ they found her. DEAD. apparently it was suicide. a girl we all    knew and LIKED just randomly dies. you’d think they’d give us    a break to cope or somethin’ but nothing. it’s scary, man. i liked    her and now she’s .. gone. “

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roziie:

“never learnt to swim.”

“ i’ve never seen a    single baby picture   of myself. “

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roziie:

“..won’t question that. i never finished school.”

“ i never watched titanic. “

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Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.

Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

(via wordsnquotes)

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roziie:

“a secret for a secret. i’ll start: the last time i wet myself, i was 16. wasn’t drunk or drugged up or anything; just got way too  in to my game of sims 2.”

“ well, that’s HONEST.  ---  alright. my first crush ever  was julie andrews. “

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roziie:

“mum always said men are never gonna stop trying to change you. how about we play a game?”

“ uh, alright. what kinda game? “

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roziie:

“hi leo.”

                        she paused.

“do you want me to leave you alone?”

“ you can stay, if you stop asking these   weird INTRUSIVE questions. “ scared she’s gonna smell the bullshit, leo? 

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roziie:

this response made her jump, and the strawberry blonde was immediately on the defense. 

                    “sorry… sorry. my mum says                      i talk way too much. and                      ask too many questions.                       please don’t go. i’m rozie,                      a very sorry rozie.”

he crosses his arms, a slight frown on his face. he wasn’t one to just be a complete DOUCHEBAG to a stranger. 

“ i’m leo. “