And I began to let him go. Hour by hour. Days into months. It was a physical sensation, like letting out the string of a kite. Except that the string was coming from my center.
Augusten Burroughs, You Better Not Cry  (via weepling)

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You don’t have to be pretty like her. You can be pretty like you.
One of the most freeing things I have ever heard (via firecannotkillabadwolf)

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dutchster:

trying to find someone you like who likes you back

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inflvx:

You’re worth all the sleep I’ve lost staying up late to talk to you

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asksailorpluto:

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There was nothing I could’ve done.

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The sky is breaking

kanyewestevil:

WE ONLY USE LEASHES BECAUSE DOGS CANT HOLD HANDS

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My pain was never beautiful or poetic. It was answering the phone mid breakdown and laughing like I was fine.
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rebeljuliet:

awwww