September 2011
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someone once told me that the common factor in all my failing relationships was me. and i think that’s been sticking with me and bringing me down for about three years. it just came to a head again and i just really hate being so paranoid and internally sensitive even though i would never show it. i hate that one comment that probably wasn’t said in complete truth has just cut me up...
kingfruity asked: hey tali, you should follow me! Its jake!
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i have zero faith in these selfish fuckwits i share a house with
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My Heart Rate
ashleenah:
Normal:
When I’m with you
When you’re with someone else
so i’m sick in my bed while the fucking biggest party is happening downstairs in my house :( sucks SO much to hear the music (still giving me a headache even from up here) and not be able to be down there…
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“Being born a woman is an awful tragedy… Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with...”
– Sylvia Plath, on rape culture (via lotus-eyes)
coke, bed, movies, tissues, doritos, rain outside.
home?
close enough :)
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“As an atheist, I see nothing “wrong” in believing in a God. I don’t think there...”
– Ricky Gervais: “Why I’m an Atheist” (via mscofields)
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THE CAB.
oh sweet jesus i love this band so much, FINALLY had the chance to sit down and just listen to symphony soldier and holy fuck it is SO amazing! <3 what a beautiful place to be taken to, my favourite way to forget where i am right now.
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When you go out with your friends and they're all...
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yeahwhynot:
i don’t think i can take being disappointed anymore. i’ve felt it cold and unrelentless, crashing down on my shoulders in waves upon waves of frustration, the same thing over and over again.
it used to come from all corners of my existence. disappointment was everywhere else, except from within me. i looked elsewhere for the source to my doubt, to my hopelessness.
the ocean of...
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athousandlittlewords:
ten.
I’ve been told I am selfish for hiding these words from people who strain their necks trying to read the permanently splattered ink on the tips of my fingers. But I can’t see that, what I see are hands that have been hardened over the years by the scrapes my nails have made digging into these forgiving palms. But my fists aren’t always clenched in anger and fear and...
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