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(via talesofthesuicidal)
not on the phone or the computer but someone who is physically next to me that i can talk to. being up here made me realize that i can honestly say me and my sister are no longer best friends. we are too different now. the only thing we have in common is the same parents and sibling and the fact that she is the mother of 3 of the most important people in my life.
But apparently I was wrong.
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(via onlybeyourseelf)
that horrible moment after a long day when you sit down and realize just how truly ugly and fat you are and that you are completely repulsive and will most likely be alone the rest of your life.
And he is out. (Taken with instagram)
I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.
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It’s the little moments when he climbs in my lap and ask for cuddles that melt my heart. (Taken with instagram)
