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21 May 12 at 8 pm

I walk around the world with my head held high.

Nothing can weigh me down now.

That’s until I hear someone say goodbye.

Time stays very still while I figure out where the pieces went.

Everything disappearing all at once.

The feeling where your life has just been bent.

I walk past a mirror.

I see a girl broken inside and out.

Her body a canvas while chugging down on liquor.

Her heart gone, as her mind breaks down.

The simple joy of life nowhere to be found.

You see scars on her wrists and nothing else but a frown.

I walk away from the mirror with tears being shed.

That is because all I saw was a stranger instead. 

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30 Apr 12 at 5 pm

(Source: heyitsjustkhayc)

michelleeele:

My favorite deep thought is:


After you die, it is believed that you have 7 minutes of brain activity left inside you, and in the 7 minutes you experience your entire life over, in a kind of dream… Because in a dream time is stretched.

So if this is the case, what if right now you’re in that 7 minutes. How do you know if you’re alive or just reliving old memories.

Mind fucking. I love it.

My head hurts.

(Source: ellliot)

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23 Apr 12 at 8 pm

It’s not worth it. 

lbreezy:

  • I am in a relationship with you
  • If you are cute
  • I need something
  • Me and you are close as fuck
  • I want you in my bed

(Source: mssukeekai, via wowwoohoo)

shit-i-reblog:

Oh, Niall.

any suggestions? 

http://khb.tumblr.com/ask

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15 Mar 12 at 5 pm
tags: infinity 

A few weeks back I decided to get it all over with. I was ready to do it, but one of my friends read that post. The post officially saying goodbye. She told me to stay a while longer to see what happens. A few weeks went by and I haven’t been the same. I can’t sleep without a weird dream (flashbacks or people I really care about). And I can’t eat correctly. It’s like I’m starving myself, but I’m hungry all the time. But I don’t have the money, and I don’t want to owe people money. I tell myself I can handle it, but I can’t.

Yesterday, another one of my friends knew something was wrong but I always lied saying “I’m okay.” A typical lie. But I almost broke down. I eventually told her. I’m sorry I couldn’t say it to your face that I tried to leave. I’m sorry I can’t tell you that I’m going to try again.

Everyday I die a little more inside. I wish I didn’t. But whatever. The situation buries me a little deeper every single day. For whatever reason. It drags me right back down. Right now I don’t know what to help me. Especially feeling this alone.