The world on our feet
staryeyes:
“My heart is breaking. I’m tired of living in a loop: sadness, relapse, attempting to recover, breaking down, repeat.
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vybewitme:

All that shit won’t even matter one day 

(via patronusshadow)

nikitaagupta:

“when is the right time to stop. when is the right time to stop waiting for something to happen that isn’t going to and quit. when is the right time to stop giving second chances. when is the right time to stop fighting for people who wouldn’t fight back for you. when is the right time to put your foot down. when is the right time to stop letting it go. when is the right time to say i have had enough. when is the right time to stop crying. when is the right time to start living for yourself”

— WHEN//nikitagupta

arcusant:

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totaldisaster97:

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nikitaagupta:

“death isn’t the only way to lose someone you love. i lost my closest friends when i graduated high school. i lost my friends when they moved away to foreign countries. i lost my friends to misunderstanding and conflicts. i lost the boys i once loved to prettier girls. i lost faith in love with broken relationships and broken hearts. i lost my innocence to the cigarettes i smoked under peer pressure. i lost myself last summer to stupid drunken mistakes. i lost so much in the past year yet you’ve only asked me if i am okay when i lost someone to death .death isn’t the only way to lose someone you love.”

—  death isn’t the only way to lose someone/nikitaguptaa

totaldisaster97:

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bothpoisonandantidote:

The worst crying is when you’re lying in bed, with your hand over your mouth so you don’t make a noise. The tears are running onto your pillow and your heart‘s breaking and you’re thinking of everything that made you cry, and your other hand is on your heart or stomach because they both hurt.

behind-the-mask-the-truth:

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behind-the-mask-the-truth:

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behind-the-mask-the-truth:

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em-ocean-al-wreck:
“@weheartit
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br-o-ken-poetry:

I’ve spent hours obsessing over why I’m not good enough. Hours lost, standing in front of the mirror, studying my face and wondering if it’s because I’m not pretty enough. Reading back old conversations and wondering if I’m annoying, too needy, too much. Will anyone ever stick around? I try so hard, but I’m just never worth it in the end.

broken thoughts | 2am

perfectfeelings:

“Nobody deserves to fall asleep at night wondering why they weren’t enough.”

somewhatsomelikepoetry:

Maybe our puzzle pieces aren’t meant to fit together

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