becoming older than 10 years old was the biggest mistake of my life

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"1. You do not have responsibility for who you were yesterday.
2. Everything in my mind is black and white, and there are only a few people I see in colors. I love those people.
3. You are so used to be treated bad that when somebody treats you good, you get so goddamn terrified. Sometimes scary is good.
4. He did not broke you. Nobody breaks you.
5. I will take care of you when you go mad.
6. I love honesty. I crave it. I am consumed by it.
7. Love is not about throwing up butterflies.
8. If a boy does not love your muchness, then leave.
9. Sometimes I like going against myself to feel the world’s trouble on my skin.
10. Nobody in this world can own me."
Poetry From My Best Friend’s Mouth by Royla Asghar (via poems-of-madness)

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 I’m so stupid.
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I was so sleep deprived the other day that I tried to zoom in on a paper

wtf I just made that post

oh wait that is my post

I havent slept in 2 days

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Told this girl to text me when she got home… I think she homeless

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jack the ripper has been identified after 126 years, and if you don’t think that’s the coolest shit- you’re wrong.


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Loving him is dying of thirst in the desert and being hit by a tsunami on an island. Loving him is peeling an old wound and opening a window for the blood to run.

Cause it is somehow satisfying loving in pain than not loving him at all.

Loving him is crying in the shower so you will not feel your tears on your cheeks. Loving him is writing letters and not sending them.

Cause somehow is better to lose small pieces of yourself than losing him entirely.

Loving him is letting your friends cuss him but later writing love poems about him. Loving him is desperately looking for someone else when all you need is yourself.

Loving him may not be worth it in ten years but for now, it is all I know.

Loving Him Is Everything Else But Loving Him by Royla Asghar (via poems-of-madness)

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excuse me u accidentally pressed the unfollow button ha ha ha fix that

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"At 2:21 in the morning, it’s hard to see what keeps you going. You’re stuck in that strange place where it’s sort of nice to know you’ll always have a cold spot in the bed when both sides of the pillow get warm, but that’s just a sharp-nailed fact scraping itself down the realization that you’re still going to bed by yourself. You are comfortable but lonely as hell. You’re tired but not sure quite of what. So you roll over and close your eyes and wonder if maybe nights are darker for the people who are sleeping alone."

Relative by K.P.K

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Our Husky Stark seemed a little overheated after his walk this morning, so we decided to tried something out. We regret it now because it is next to impossible to get him to come out
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