77,253 notes "Drugs become addictive the day you decide to use it to fill the gaps in your heart instead of using it for short entertainment."
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I think this is true of most things

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November 1st

I really miss you; we need to hang out a lot more.
We used to be so close.

November 23rd

Seeing you today made me happy.
I can’t believe we drifted off.
I am so glad we’re close again.

December 31st

I couldn’t go to the party tonight I’m grounded.
Sorry! I’ll see you tomorrow though.
I need to talk to you.

January 1st

I’ve texted you about 100 times today,
You haven’t answered any of them.
I’m scared. I hope it isn’t true.

January 8th

Today they pulled us into the gym.
They told us all what happened.
They told us the counselors would be open.

January 26th

I saw your mom today.
We didn’t even say a word, we couldn’t.
I gave her your favorite flowers, pink peonies.
We cried for hours.

February 8th

Your funeral was sad.
The entire school showed up.
Yes even the ones who were mean to you.
I couldn’t talk at the stand, I just cried.

March 29th

I haven’t written in a while.
I don’t know what to say anymore.
Some mornings I can’t get out of bed.

April 12th

I never got the chance to tell you I loved you.
I mean loved you, loved you. Now you’ll never know.

April 30th

I sit by your grave for a few hours everyday.
The doctors tell me it’s not healthy, I tell them I don’t care.

May 2nd

I still love you and it worries me because
I’ll never love anyone the way I love you.

May 5th

I’m scared because I’m starting to forget
The sound of your voice and
The way your eyes shine in the sunlight
And the warmth of your hugs

May 18th

I’m sorry I wasn’t there that night.
It should have never happened.
I was always supposed to be there for you.

June 16th

I haven’t had a sip of alcohol since the accident.
It’s not fair he lived and you didn’t.
The police said he was drunk. It’s not fair you died.

June 19th

It’s getting bad, I need you here.

July 9th

I still love you.

July 21st

I’m coming to see what it’s like over where you are.
I’ll see you soon.

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149,361 notes "As women, we are taught to be tiny. To have small bodies, to never be imposing. The ideal of our gender are thin and childlike, hairless and dainty. We are defined by our bodies; defined by our control over them. We are taught to obsess over our physicality and to be repulsed by our desires and intelligences. We are taught to walk scared late at night. We cradle our keys between our perfectly manicured fingers, walking gracefully like a baby antelope in a herd of lions. That our virginity defines our character. That I am a frigid bitch if I do not fuck him, and a dirty slut if I do."
Michelle K., The Truth About Growing Up A Woman 
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118 notes "I remember when your eyes said love loudly"
Charles Bukowski (via wherewecanfly)

1,722 notes "I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
Charles Bukowski (via feellng)

1,652 notes "I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often."
Charles BukowskiTales of Ordinary Madness (via feellng)

508 notes "Don’t you dare, for one minute,
believe that my kindness makes me
anything but insurmountable.
I did not unzip my chest to every kind of hurt,
and stagger back, wounded and alive,
just to hear you call me weak for trying.
Ashe Vernon (aka latenightcornerstore), from her poem, Softness, in Words Dance 16. (via wordsdancemag)

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fUKCIn G perfecT

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2,010 notes "The sickness in me
is not luring
or fashionable
it is cruel and vast
and you’ve no idea
what I’d give
to see it gone.
Beau Taplin, "This is not a cry for attention, this is a cry for help."  (via fuckyeahdepressingshit)

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38,704 notes imanindecisivepiece0fshit:

posted this photo on my old blog, that i deleted about six months ago..had no idea til earlier that it was still floating round but yep, it’s me. changing the source. 

wow remember when I was this thin


posted this photo on my old blog, that i deleted about six months ago..
had no idea til earlier that it was still floating round but yep, it’s me.
changing the source. 

wow remember when I was this thin