I hate my body tonight and I just want to be skinny and pretty and have nice hair and skin and I just want to feel like I’ve finally got my shit together when in reality my life is the worst it’s ever been wtf

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Call a boy a gentleman and watch his shoulders straighten. Call a girl a lady and watch her spirit turn graceful. Humanity was brought into existence by God speaking words into the void of the universe. We tend to become what we are called. The Medicine of Hope  (via namahate)

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It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living. F. Scott Fitzgerald (via observando)
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joshmosh415:

I can never stop posting this. The narrow minded bible fanatics that just look at one small thing in the bible then feed the world with their hate over it. At the same time they ignore all the other silly laws made by man they claimed were made by god. These gif’s say it all.

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snh-snh-snh:

I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.

Then I spend time with teenagers.

And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.

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itsonlyyforever:

It’s been a while now and I still miss the way she said my name.I didn’t know my bones could ache forever for so long.They say there’s beauty in sadness but I don’t think so (at least not like this). When it’s 3am and alcohol is the only thing that helps me sleep.They didn’t warn me that heartache doesn’t always have someone to blame. Sometimes it’s no one’s fault (it’s probably all mine).I found her sweater the other day and it still smells like her and that Spring we spent telling each other we’d be forever.I didn’t really think about how forever could end.She used to call me beautiful and look at me with eyes that meant it. Now I just don’t know how I’m supposed to hear that word from anyone else.I’m somewhere caught between moving on and holding on and not knowing which one I can handle the most.I feel messy and uneasy and I don’t understand how one person with pretty eyes can destroy an empire inside me just by walking away.Her lips tasted like air after rain and these days all I do is think about the way they felt between my thighs. My pillow isn’t her and the song on the radio isn’t ours. I sit next to a girl in class but we can’t talk for hours.Where do I go when a lover and a friend becomes a memory and a dead end?I saw her by the escalators last week, I smiled at her and she looked the other way. I felt my heart splinter all over again.Sometimes I write her letters thinking maybe she’ll write back.
She never does. 

itsonlyyforever:

It’s been a while now and I still miss the way she said my name.
I didn’t know my bones could ache forever for so long.
They say there’s beauty in sadness but I don’t think so (at least not like this). When it’s 3am and alcohol is the only thing that helps me sleep.
They didn’t warn me that heartache doesn’t always have someone to blame. Sometimes it’s no one’s fault (it’s probably all mine).
I found her sweater the other day and it still smells like her and that Spring we spent telling each other we’d be forever.
I didn’t really think about how forever could end.
She used to call me beautiful and look at me with eyes that meant it. Now I just don’t know how I’m supposed to hear that word from anyone else.
I’m somewhere caught between moving on and holding on and not knowing which one I can handle the most.
I feel messy and uneasy and I don’t understand how one person with pretty eyes can destroy an empire inside me just by walking away.
Her lips tasted like air after rain and these days all I do is think about the way they felt between my thighs. 
My pillow isn’t her and the song on the radio isn’t ours. I sit next to a girl in class but we can’t talk for hours.
Where do I go when a lover and a friend becomes a memory and a dead end?
I saw her by the escalators last week, I smiled at her and she looked the other way. I felt my heart splinter all over again.
Sometimes I write her letters thinking maybe she’ll write back.

She never does. 

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Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that’s where I imagine it - there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own private library. Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via observando)

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cieply:

i wanna talk about it but i really dont wanna talk about it

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furious & frustrated & fucked up

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