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forget it
Apr
18

no:

thinkin bout drake.. wonderin what he up to. hope he ok

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Apr
17

tasnimsmentalroadtrip:

All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary

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Apr
16
Apr
15
Apr
15
 

People leave. Parents leave the room. Lovers leave your life. You leave the world.

We clutch teddy bears first, then dolls, then sports jerseys, and automobiles with hand-sewn leather and excellent gas mileage. As if that were something permanent.

 
By

Welcome to Night Vale

Episode 37 - The Auction

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Apr
15

*sells phone* *deletes social networking sites* *moves across the country* *forgets friends* *dies alone in the wilderness*

Apr
15
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tangerine-irine:

The Smiths - I Know It’s Over

cause she needs you…more than she loves you

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Apr
15

compliments are so weird. there was a period of my life (like two weeks ago, in all honesty) where I literally lived off of compliments from guys. I would purposefully flirt with certain guys, usually my coworkers, and wait for them to say that I’m cute or pretty or something along those lines. I used to have this weird need to hear it, like if I wasn’t told I was pretty by a guy at least once a day, I would die! now those same people still say that stuff and I don’t care as much. it’s still nice and I still wanna hear it, but it doesn’t have the same affect on me anymore. which is nice I guess, because it became really suffocating and negative. I would get really, really sad and anxious if I wasn’t complimented, and I would just go home and lay in bed and feel so ugly and unwanted. it was toxic.

now obviously it’s better, and I’m back to being mostly indifferent over getting compliments. they’re still great and of course I love hearing them, but I don’t ‘need’ them to ‘survive’ anymore. I honestly have no idea why I’m spilling out all of this onto tumblr, this is something very private and it makes me sad and embarrassed and I’ve never even told anyone about this. I guess I’m just writing it because today my coworker was telling me that I’m
beautiful and it didn’t affect me like it used to, and it was such a relief. Also I just wrote in my journal last night I didn’t want to have two entries within two days. welp now I’m gunna seem crazy. life.

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