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    "I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am."

    Epiphany. (via 1missedcallfrommom)

    (via therowanproject)

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    "Do you still perform autopsies on conversations you had lives ago?"

    Donte Collins    (via youngfolksociety)

    (Source: bleedwell, via youngfolksociety)

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    And the third thing is loyalty.

    And the third thing is loyalty.

    (Source: hqlines, via natashakills)

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    "I am more and more unable to think, to observe, to determine the truth of things, to remember, to speak, to share an experience; I am turning to stone, this is the truth… If I can’t take refuge in some work, I am lost."

    Franz Kafka, Diaries  (via nofatnowhip)

    (Source: whyallcaps, via nofatnowhip)

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    onsomething:

    The best people possess … the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.

    Ernest Hemingway
    legranluxe

    (Source: aok-aok)

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    "How can emptiness be so heavy?"

    Six Word Story  (via nofatnowhip)

    (Source: drupahti, via brvtalisme)

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    Graphic Designer Trolls Restaurant Owner With Dirty Logos

    linxspiration:

    This is hilarious.

    😂😂😂.

    (via visualcocaine)

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    2014.06.28

    I have so many things I want to say to you, but I know I never will. It is all pointless. But it doesn’t make me feel any better. Right now I don’t feel like anything will ever make me feel better again. But I guess that’s what love and heartbreak does to someone.

    I am just so angry with everything. I am so broken by you. I had more faith in you than anyone I’ve ever known before. All those times you talked about loyalty meaning so much to you. And you do this. Do you know how abandoned and worthless I feel now?

    What’s worse is how you wanted to act like we were never anything. Seriously? That’s the worst part, even worse by you saying I was being a sore loser (seriously, who the fuck says that to someone in these types of situtations?). If we were never anything, why bother calling me babe, or bae, or the worst one — your love? Why do that? Why correct me to saying “our place” when I was talking about my future place. Why did we have an argument on what to name our future kids? Why did you seriously consider moving in with me in Austin? If we weren’t anything, why would you send me those types of photos? Why would you let me do the things I did for you? Were you using me? Why did you ask me for diamonds last Christmas? Diamonds mean something. Holy fuck, we were even talking about me financially supporting you. Why get mad at me when I talked about another female showing interest in me? Why ask me to never leave you for someone else like your ex did? There are about 1,000 other questions like that about what you conveyed.

    Were you just trying to feel less guilty about going to someone else? That you had to pretend we weren’t anything? It’s either that or you were completely using me and misleading me. You say you weren’t, but I honestly don’t think you really understand the meaning of those words. You may not think you did, but anyone else would say that you were. Hell, they did warn me. But I refused to believe them. I lost friends because I chose to have faith in you over them. I told you about what Stephanie did to me, and I honestly feel like you are 1,000 times worse right now.

    I keep going back to the time when we were talking about what your ex did to you. That he left you for someone else. You said that all you wanted was an apology. I felt for you, but I told you that you were never going to get it from him, and that you should move on. Fast forward to now and I keep thinking I want an apology. I feel like you did to me what your ex did to you. It’s funny how after all that, it came back full circle. I guess that’s why I’m in such disbelief. It’s why I thought this could never happen. And probably why 3 weeks later my head still feels like it’s spinning.

    You have no idea how much I loved you. I always put you first. I was always there for you. I would have done anything for you. I would have done everything to make sure your dreams came true. I would have gotten you your house on the beach in Cali, even if I had to build it with my bare hands. I would have done anything and everything to help you become a successful writer. You were so ambitious, but I would have helped in any way that I could have. I mean that. Even if I had to walk door to door in a thousand mile radius to get people to read your work.

    I know I’m wallowing, but all of this was just so damn unexpected. I remember you telling me that you were so happy about where we were headed. Again, how could you say we weren’t anything after you said something like that? Maybe it’s my fault. I went to bed thinking the night before that I was finally happy. I went to bed thinking about how lucky I was to have something with you. I really thought you were the best of everyone. Now I know you’re just a bad person.

    I still get very close to breaking down from time to time. It’s because I keep asking myself why. Why the hell you had to do this. Why you had to go and ruin this. I thought we had something great. Something real. Somethign special. Little did I know it didn’t really mean a damn thing to you. Fuck you.

    The sad part is that after everything, I still constantly pray and hope and wish that you become as successful as you want to be. I still want you to be the happiest person alive, to never want more out of your life than what you get. I really do wish you the best. Because for me, the love was real.

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    I want this blazer.

    I want this blazer.

    (Source: linxspiration)

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    2 weeks

    ago I would look at her twitter, tumblr, and Instagram to pick me up when I felt down. Little did I know she was going to tell me about someone else that night. Sometimes on instinct I want to go check her pages, but luckily I stop myself before it’s too late. The last thing I want to see and read about is how smitten and happy she is with her new guy. I’m amazed at how quickly my most calming habit has now become my biggest fear.

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    😻😻😻😻😻😻.

    😻😻😻😻😻😻.

    (Source: timelessmar)

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    Closer than you think.

    Closer than you think.

    (Source: derikisu, via bythepowercosmic)

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    Aquaman #23

    Aquaman #23

  14. So hot.

    (Source: synthen, via katisque)

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    a-wilde-handful:

Cuties.

If only I could get someone to look at me the way Olivia gazes at him.

    a-wilde-handful:

    Cuties.

    If only I could get someone to look at me the way Olivia gazes at him.

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