but dreams don’t mean a thing because you loved me in my sleep and when I saw you two days later you looked at me like you were never mine —My mother told me that when you dream about someone they feel it too but you’re so cold you couldn’t feel my heart breaking in your hands (via extrasad)

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When people treat you like they don’t care, believe them. —(via broke-ruined)

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My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them —Laurell K. Hamilton, A Stroke of Midnight  (via robbinthahood)

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thanks, apprehensive shark! 

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I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.

You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.

You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.

"you’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness" 


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'Genie, you're free!' —Aladdin. (via comeandbreakmyheart)

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Act my age?
What the fuck is that, “act my age”?
What do I care how old I am?
The Ocean is old as fuck.
It will still drown your ass with vigor. —the greatest thing i have ever read (via jessicarabbrit)

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I think once you’ve thought about how a person sleeps, how they’d feel pressed up against your back, or your head on their chest, how compatible your bodies would be in the same space of a bed — once you’ve thought about that, you’re fucked. —All These Things You Wish You’d Say  (via modernmethadone)

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