everyoneisdeadnow:

if we go to a restaurant and have to choose between a table or a booth and you say table i will never trust you again


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All the hardest, coldest people you meet,
were once as soft as water.
And that’s the tragedy of living.

Iain S. Thomas (via poetisch)

(Source: theonlymagicleftisart)


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My veins are maps
leading to my heart
as they twist and turn
around mass and bones
and it shouldn’t be this hard
to love a person.

Michelle K., Six Months. (via michellekpoems)

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partism:

Do you ever feel alone even though you are out with your friends? Like they ignore you in their conversations and you don’t know why. Even when you try to put yourself out there in the conversation they ignore your response. Because I feel like that all the time.


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