Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else.

You know he is a symbol of your weakness, your Kryptonite. How he rushes in like wildfire and burns through everything you worked so hard to build since he last left you in ashes.

Lang Leav (Signposts, Lullabies)

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I think about dying but I dont want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out of it.
Matty Healy (via complajn)

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everything I like is either expensive, illegal or won’t text me back

You deserve more than
someone like me,
a woman so broken
that she chose to run
when she realized
that love wasn’t enough.
Things I Never Got To Tell You, Part 36 (via venula)

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pizzapriince:

following back everyone until i find a tumblr gf♡

pizzapriince:

following back everyone until i find a tumblr gf♡

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I wish you had chosen me

I know it’s selfish, but I think I get jealous the most when you’re around other people instead of me; Because that means they’re the ones that in that moment, get to hear your voice, see your smile, and feel your presence, and I wish I had the ability to do that all the time.
Cassie Marin (via stevenbong)

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I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.
Kurt Vonnegut  (via psych-facts)