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I like to think I'm an original but we all know that history just repeats itself

So much of my life I’ve lived in fear, always worried about what will happen if I misstep. For one summer I left my path of anonymity. I lived hard, I lived fast, I lived wild. I stopped caring what my choices meant; how my actions effect others. I told myself it wasn’t being selfish to try to be happy. I drank, I fucked, I dated. I road in fast cars with a pretty eyed demon, and in big trucks with a smooth speaking snake. I got my heart broken again and again. I broke hearts again and again. I rose to the top of the world, I was indefuckingstructable. Drunk on the power I lost my footing. I fell from my throne, but my God, the view is still wonderful from down below.


arssolum:

i entered the friendzone but all I found were enemies


lovemorganmae:

They call me a bitch
Because I refuse to accept anything
Less than your everything

They call me a bitch
Because I won’t be a toy
Solely there for you to enjoy

They call me a bitch
Because I made the choice
To have my own voice

They call me a bitch
Because I was strong
When all you wanted was
a pawn

I’m glad I’m a bitch
Through your immaturity
In the mirror, I’m happy
With what I see


princetuggey:

chuck e cheeses full real name is charles entertainment cheese and honestly i feel appalled and lied to


Anonymous said: but really tho, why are my genitles on fire?

nodaybuttodaytodefygravity:

Genitles aren’t a thing. Are you worried for your genitals or your gentiles? Whether it’s your private bits or your non-Jewish friends, I suggest dousing them with water immediately.

They call me a bitch
Because I refuse to accept anything
Less than your everything

They call me a bitch
Because I won’t be a toy
Solely there for you to enjoy

They call me a bitch
Because I made the choice
To have my own voice

They call me a bitch
Because I was strong
When all you wanted was
a pawn

I’m glad I’m a bitch
Through your immaturity
In the mirror, I’m happy
With what I see


hamtaryo:

Open your eyes. Spread the word.


That’s what people don’t understand about depression. You don’t have to have a shitty life to want to kill yourself. You don’t have to have an abusive mother or an absentee father to be angry with them. You can have a good job and still want to kill yourself. You can have two loving parents and still want to slit your wrists. You can have a faithful lover and still want to chase a bottle of pain killers with a bottle of vodka. You can have bright eyes and a sweet smile with perfectly straight teeth and still want to thrust your face through the mirror every time you look in it. You can have a full bank account and a full stomach and still feel so empty that a gust of wind could knock you down. Depression has very little to do with what people have in front of them and more to do with what they have (or don’t) inside of them. You can have a good day and still want to kill yourself. You can laugh so hard your sides hurt and still want to fasten a noose in your closet. You can be loved every way you ever wanted to be loved and still feel your bones gnawing at your flesh from the inside out. It doesn’t need to make sense and believe me, we know. The guilt eats us alive. We don’t always have it the worst. We don’t all have repressed memories of our uncles touching us or hidden bruises from our alcoholic step-fathers. Depression isn’t that simple. Your cards aren’t always the worst, but sometimes your best option is still to fold.

(trm)

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