Nothing made sense to me anymore. I knew I was young, I knew I was small. But I was worried that I might already be ruined.
Augusten Burrough (via psych-facts)
Who hurt you so much that you started to hate yourself?
Midnight thoughts (what made you so sad)

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I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment—we are all defined by something we can’t change.
Simon Van Booy, The Illusion of Separateness   (via koreyan)
I spent my life learning to feel less. Every day I felt less.
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated (via buddhacoffee)

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spinachbabe:

buying clothes that aren’t black is hard

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uusui:

when ur friends are cool and talented and ur just

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