I hate when people ask me “Why don’t you just text him and find out what’s going on?”
I don’t need him to tell me he doesn’t care anymore. I already know.
— Midnight thoughts (i don’t want to hear you say it)
"You think ‘Okay, I get it, I’m prepared for the worst’, but you hold out that small hope, see, and that’s what fucks you up. That’s what kills you."
— Stephen King, “Joyland” (via bl-ossomed)
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The thing I regret the most about getting a Tumblr is that suddenly I’m staying up all night on this website instead of staying up all night reading a book.
This is the most accurate thing I’ve ever read.
"I’m never enough, I get that."
— Six Word Story (via faded-and-dreaming)
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People who say sadness doesn’t hurt physically apparently never experienced feeling so sad. I’ve felt it in my legs, my jaw, my head, my quivering lips, aching eyes, and my aching chest. It hurts my chest the most because it literally feels like your heart is in pain.
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