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It doesn’t matter where I am, or how alone—I always have such a crowded head.

Charles de Lint, Memory and Dream  (via wordsnquotes)

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That’s fine

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How sad is it that someone can fuck you up so badly that you can’t believe that anyone would want to be with you.

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How come every other organ in your body can get sick and you get sympathy, except your brain?

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Reblogging the SHIT out of this.

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All the things I did wrong: I: I relied on someone for my happiness. II: I love people more than I love myself. III: I never asked for help. IV: I asked for help. V: I opened up. VI: I had hope.

All the things I did wrong by (KJ)

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I saw this post in colour and made it b&w

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I deserve someone who actually gives a fuck about me because I’ve spent my entire life making other people happy when all they did was leave.

10:22 pm (via written-on-polaroids)

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