Hello. This is my life and I'm going crazy here. 16 years old. I wish I could grow up, but I miss being a kid. Volleyball. Music. Tattoos. Piercings. Swimming. Love of my life. I'm living trying to correct my mistakes and make something of myself. I've struggled, but I'm trying to work through everything. Life is hard sometimes, but they say that's how it's meant to be. Everyone gets a little messed up now and again, but it's what we make of everything that matters in the end.
sometimes people who are sad dont always need the “it gets better talk”
sometimes people just want to hear “you are sad, you are trying your best, and it’s okay. you’re okay and you’re alive and that’s a big accomplishment”
because i know for myself unconditional optimism gets really fucking annoying. sometimes i just want to be sad and have it be okay that im sad.
don’t make me feel weirder than i already do in my own skin.
60715 notes / reblog / 2 days ago
is it called crush because they will crush your heart into million pieces
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You asked me if I wanted to get drunk and stay the night, and I said yes, and we ending up just lying there in bed, my head resting on your chest, thinking about all the parties we didn’t go to or the roads we didn’t turn down or the words we never said because we thought they sounded too foolish or romantic or silly. And eventually we came to the conclusion that there’s always gonna be the nights when we break down in the car by ourselves listening to The Smiths in a dark, empty parking lot, or the days when even opening our eyes requires more effort than dragging someone out of a burning building.
But then your hand drifted down and it rested over my heart, and we sat there like that for a while, smoking, the city outside just breathing and breathing, over and over again, all the lights out there symbolizing college girls pinching their skin in the mirror or two elderly people falling in love for what feels like the millionth time. The awkward first dates at coffee shops and the librarians who go home and watch porn for two hours every night. You told me all these extraordinary things were happening every day and that sometimes it didn’t matter what road we didn’t take or the things we never said because somewhere out there, there was another couple lying in a shabby little bed with only a few covers, touching each others’ skin and trying to feel alright again when everything was crashing down on them.
"(Source: writingsforwinter)
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perfectly-horrifying-monsters:
I said I would get over you and the way you treated me. Guess what. I did. I am. He’s helping with it but I’m thankful this happened and that I stood up when I did because I have more dignity than the shit you did to me. I’m happy. I’m actually happy.
