hungarian:

what do u mean i don’t have a social life I just went grocery shopping with my mom


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qu4ntumflvx:

overdue-goodbye:

the—poison:

A Song For The Nameless / Sworn In
|| My edit, don’t remove the tag, thanks. ||


god i love sworn in
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Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it’s too late. Say what you’re feeling. Waiting is a mistake.
(via hopelesslyhealing)

(Source: icanrelateto)

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Thinking social anxiety is cute is like saying:

askingpreciado:

convertingtolight:

Excessive sweating is cute.
Dry mouth is cute.
Physically shaking is cute.
Blacking out is cute.
Nausea is cute.
Heart palpitations are cute.
Chest pain is cute.
Shallow breathing is cute.
Hot flushes are cute.
Forgetting how to talk is cute.
Humiliating yourself is cute.

It’s not adorable little shy giggly girls with pretty skirts & flowers in their hair.

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morphine-and-cigarettes:

sad black and white blog, I follow back similar
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I’m ashamed of myself because I know I should be better and I have no idea how to get there.
I Don’t Know Where to Go From Here (#370: April 7, 2014) (via write2014)
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How fascinating it is that there are millions of people all over the world who are wide awake at 4 am missing someone. And there are millions of people sound asleep at 4 am, with no idea that they’re being missed.
(via im—an-angel-with-a-shotgun)

(Source: nashviille)

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the-perks-of-being-suicidal:

☆
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My heart is polluted
Because of love,
Self hatred, and a dozen
Other things.
My thoughts are screaming
And they are telling me
I have to evacuate from
My contaminated self.

Alexa Evangelista (via vodkakilledtheteens)
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falling-apart-sl0wly:

I’m sorry.
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