"I don’t pay attention to the
world ending.
It has ended for me
many times
and began again in the morning."

Nayyirah Waheed  (via daughterofgollum)

(Source: magnifiquementtragique, via sunsetavenues)

forever-cloudn9ne:

Making decisions is hard for someone with anxiety who believes they’re a fuck up.

You’re probably thinking relationships. But no.

I mean tattoos, school projects, journal entries, art, essays, etc.

I’m like I can’t write this paragraph yet bc idk what every sentence will say..

"Just start and it’ll come to you."

YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND.

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I don’t like to tell people how I really feel, because than I feel selfish.

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farfrompaid:

*welcome to mcdonalds*

him:”hold on a second”

him: “you still gone suck my dick tonight?”

her: “no”

him: “IIght its gone be two separate orders “

(via beyondhighh)

"

It’s July and my existence has been sixteen years of saying sorry before I speak. I’ve spent too many summer nights staying up late talking to boys that were staying up for other girls. I leave without saying goodbye. I’m in the middle of four different books. I can’t finish things.

I leave the shower with shampoo in my hair. I leave my keys in the lock. I say thank you when people say I love you. When people like me, I want to ask them why.

I’m sixteen and I’m too young to be worrying that no one will fall in love with me. I’m sixteen and I’ve spent a year in recovery figuring out that I don’t actually want to die because turning into a ghost won’t solve all my problems.

I never wanted to die, I just wanted to escape. So I tightened my fists, toughened my skin, took a deep breath and went straight through the storm to the other side.

Flash forward two months, I’ll be seventeen. I will no longer apologize for existing. I’ll be seventeen and it’s about time I told you, I’m not sad anymore.

The thing they forget to tell you about storms is that even though you can’t see sunlight for miles, it’s still sunny somewhere else in the world.

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