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…And there’s a difference between breathing and being alive.

John Boyne (via purplebuddhaquotes)

There is a huge difference

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@bb-chan13 @zeayro

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I don’t really know

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December’s language is imprecise grief and drunkenness.

Nelly Sachs, tr. by Eric Plattner, from The Seeker: “Enigmas of Night,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Every person I’ve ever loved has some how become toxic to me. A living, breathing reminder of why I was always better off alone. I love too hard, too quickly and then sometimes I don’t love enough. I guess I’m just bad at love.

Kristie Betts (via quotemadness)

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Anonymous: If you could be any kind of puzzle what kind would you be?

Me: One of those puzzles where it has no edge and pieces from another puzzle in it. Because not only am I incomplete, I don't fit anywhere.

Anonymous: I don't understand but okay...

Me: Of course you don't get it... I'm always *yells* MISUNDERSTOOD

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@zeayro

http://iglovequotes.net/

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same

MeIRL

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i can’t remember how to act like me

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NOTICE: My life is not open because I don’t have one.

How I Comment My Code

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For her the ocean was more than a dream, it was a place she needed to visit to find herself. And when she returned to the city, you could see the sun in her eyes, the wind in her hair and taste the infinite salt on her lips.

Jose Chaves (via queenjsxo)

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Teacher: Skylare! what are you doing back there?!

Me: *is on tumbler on school computer instead of working*

Teacher: Skylare!

Me: *ignores*

Teacher: Gay lord!

Class: ...

Me: *looks up slowly* yyyeesssss??