Just another story I can’t tell anyone.
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I’ve got a tight grip on reality, but I can’t let go of what’s in front of me.
So true.
(via postsecret)
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Sometimes the heat is always the coldest.
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And in just over a week I’ll safely be in a place where no one knows me and I don’t even speak the language, wishing that I never have to return to my reality.
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makes me quite sad to agree to this.
(via sleepandeat)
And I still hate you.
(via sleepandeat)
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It hurts to find out that what you wanted doesn’t match what you dreamed it would be
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You close your eyes when you cry. That’s ok. Just don’t keep them closed too long. Things have become beautiful since you last looked. There’s nothing more to cry about.
(Via IWroteThisForYou)
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(via deviantart)
You love, you die, and the wheels on the bus go round and round.
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I feel like everytime I try to get myself out of the rut I’m stuck in, I fall right back to the bottom every single time I’m almost out. It’s getting tiring, and the fall has gotten comfortable. Almost as comfortable as the bottom.
And I want to stop trying. Soon.
Maybe one last time?
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