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This evening
A stranger on the
Internet told me
That I should
Slit my wrists.
And since you hid
Behind a grey face
I will hide
Behind these words,
And tell you
That I was tempted
And I was terrified
That I would go ahead
And do as you said.
But I won’t
Because I won’t
Go back there
And I won’t
Wear a bracelet
Again
And I won’t
Make my mum find me
On the bathroom floor
Again
And I won’t
Throw away everything
I’ve been working
So hard to reach
And everything
I am still working for.
But know that
I was tempted.
You could have been
The one to kill me.
M.S. (via coffee-crinkled-pages)
reblog this or you’ll have bad luck for 44 days and 12 nights
i would reblog this with no threat why you gotta be like that
(via jacknickolson)
Ribbed condoms don’t even taste like ribs.
Who the fuck wrote this
(via ejacutastic)
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And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn’t really change the fact that you have what you have.
The Perks of Being A Wallflower (via flame)
(via thegoodvybe)
Feeling super super SUPER!!!
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（｡･ω･｡)つ━☆・*。
⊂ ノ ・゜+.
しーＪ °。+ *´¨)
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Suicidal!!!
(via str-yrats)
i hate myself and want to die but also i am so full of love and i want to spread light but i’m tired of the two conflicting versions of myself fighting.
(via str-yrats)