Sex is a lot like depression. Middle class parents don’t realize that their children are having it.
(via just-shower-thoughts)
me: I don’t like sharing anything about my personal life with strangers.
someone on the bus bumping into me: oh, sorry.
me: it’s okay, I’ve been hurt before. it all started at the onset of 2015 and
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to the person who broke my heart,
i am no longer mad at you and that’s ok. i understand more about myself and the things that i needed to do to grow away from the negativity. inside of my head, you made the bed and placed books upon fragile bookshelves— dropped carefully into my fingertips, a vibration that have since been stolen by a smile or two. i don’t know where we went wrong, but i get it now. the pain ends. songs stop being so depressing and life becomes more enjoyable as the days go by. sometimes i sit there and contemplate that it’s all temporary, but i see through it now. i needed to get hurt by you. i needed love from you more than i needed or wanted love from myself. and that was a problem. one that i see now. if you can’t fill your life up with different pieces of yourself to hold onto, you’re always going to feel a little bit lonely even if you have somebody holding you at night.
The comraderie
When your kitty wants to be an outdoor cat but you live in a second floor apartment
rapunzel 2.0
im emotional rn
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Ashton saying “we’d fall from grace, yea we’re falling” in If Walks Could Talk. rt if u agree
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