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I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.
  Kurt Vonnegut (via avvfvl)

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They told me to pour my heart into everything I do. So that’s what I did, I poured and poured and poured. Now they ask me why I’m so empty.

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Oh my fucking gosh..

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following back tons
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following back tons

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Perhaps the fact
that I chased a boy
who ripped me to shreds
says a lot more
about me
than it did about him.
Michelle K., Lessons Learned  (via fuckinq)

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I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body. You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name. I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside me. You think it’s romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you. You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own. But I will show up at your door at 2 am, wild-eyed and sleepless. and try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone. and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home.
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Love your parents. We are so busy growing up, we often forget they are also growing old.

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This kills me.

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