painfully self aware
I’d try to explain that it’s not really negativity or sadness anymore, it’s more just this detached, meaningless fog where you can’t feel anything about anything — even the things you love, even fun things — and you’re horribly bored and lonely. Allie Brosh (via 27thand6th)
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sera-shirato:

“Why do we feel so alone anytime?”

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he lit too many cigarettes
and cried for death to take him
I guess it makes sense
why the home I built out of him
couldn’t protect me from
the storm that was him you don’t get to decide that you didn’t hurt me (via needumost)
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Looking back

sprinkledmeinpixiedust:

“Why’d you stay?”

“Because the pleasure was worth the pain. Pain is nothing new to me, but pleasure, that’s something I had never felt before.”
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We tend to go back to what broke us, dig for our futures in our pasts and we search for the light in the darkness. Have you ever found happiness in the same place you lost it? When will we ever learn?
n.j. (via ninasdrafts)
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I’m exhausted and I hate everyone. J.T. Barnett (via jtbarnett)
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tsuyoshinges:

何があっても自分を貫くことができる人もよりも、誰かのために諦めたりできる人の方が好きですけどね。守る人がいるってそういうことなのかなって。

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Asked by Anonymous

You've never gotten high?

beyoncebeytwice:

one time i was at this party where everyone was high and i was the only one not smoking and this dude told me “those that are above the influence….. are always the highest of them all” and that will stick with me forever

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I guess it’s true, then. Love is blind,” he sighed, sadness coating his rough voice, softening it. She stirred in her seat, staring back at him through wide eyes, lashes not thick enough to hold back the tears, warming her hands on a cup of tea. Still, her fingers remained stone-cold. “Love is not blind,” she replied, clearing her throat, “it’s worse, sometimes. It doesn’t stop you from noticing someone’s flaws. But sometimes you are so in love with the idea of someone that you simply turn away from their mistakes. You ignore the way they hurt you because you don’t want to believe they can cut you open and smile at you while you bleed. It’s easier to keep your eyes closed, I think. Love isn’t blind. But it can make you ignorant. Love is blind
n.j. (via ninasdrafts)
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giginourasource: ““Gigi Hadid for Vogue Germany May 2016 ” ”

gem-power:

squarepeglife:

literal-ghost:

journeyofthepoet:

thebestoftumbling:

When Leia Isn’t Home (x)

This better not get cut out of the new movie.

I saw the clarinet and thought “please be what I hope it is”.
I was not disappointed.

this is the kind of quality content i’m looking for on tumblr

@pearlnet-punk

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