I think, I think when it’s all over it just comes back in flashes, you know. It’s like a kaleidoscope of memories, but it just all comes back. But he never does. I think part of me knew the second I saw him that this would happen. It’s not really anything he said, or anything he did, it was the feeling that came along with it. And, the crazy thing is, I don’t know if I am ever going to feel that way again, but I don’t know if I should. I knew his world moved too fast and burned too bright, but I just thought, how can the devil be pulling you towards someone who looks so much like an angel when he smiles at you. Maybe he knew that, when he saw me. I guess I just lost my balance. I think that the worst part of it all wasn’t losing him, it was losing me.





And never had it at all.

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weonia:

My whole life

weonia:

My whole life

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ralndrops:

I CANT BREATHE

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When I was 10 I watched my father breathe on a machine, and he turned to me, asking “who the fuck” I was, because he truly had no clue.
When I was 11 my best friend told me to never speak to him again, because being seen with me would look bad to his friends.
When I was 12 my sister told me she wished she was an only child, she was 4 years old.
When I was 13 my mother called me a “bitch” and put a hole through my door because I spilled orange juice on the kitchen tile.
When I was 14 my best friend told me he was in love with me, and put a gun to his head, pulling the trigger.
When I was 15 I dated a boy who told me that if I didn’t send him naked pictures of myself, he would punish me by sending pictures of my nude body to my mother, my father, and my whole school.
When I was 16 I dated a boy that put his hands around my throat and said that I “wouldn’t know love if it was wrapped around [my] neck.” That same boy shoved a needle full of heroin in my carotid artery and said, “I love you.”
When I was 17 I dated a boy that told me I neglected him because I called him when I wanted to kill myself. That same boy said he’d never leave me and left the next day.
So I’m sorry, that I don’t know how to show people love. I’m sorry that I get flaky and over emotional. I’m sorry that I could text you every day for a week, but never again for a month. And I’m sorry, that I don’t believe you when you say you love me. But it is not my fucking fault.
Something I needed to get off my chest (via exuperant)

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alexalltimeloww:

This Is How We Do - All Time Low

alexalltimeloww:

This Is How We Do - All Time Low

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Everything seems to be exhausting me, no matter how much sleep or how much coffee I drink or how long I lie down, something inside me seems to have given up. My soul is tired.
Unknown (via psych-facts)

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sevenatonestroke:

thesufferereatsass:

mollymimieux:

Imagine that one day the whole world would look like this.

THE LAST OF US

Wow

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