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I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.

You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.

You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.

HE. (via stayygone)
What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back.
Chester Bennington (via koreyan)

literallyrad:

there are approximately 1,013,913 words in the english language but i could never string any of them together to explain how much i want to hit you with a chair.

aizea:

attention ppl i remember the original caption this is not a bird shaped cloud a bird flew into this window and it kind of just…left a mark …in case anyone was wondering

aizea:

attention ppl i remember the original caption this is not a bird shaped cloud a bird flew into this window and it kind of just…left a mark …in case anyone was wondering

ussawesome:

when you spell a word so wrong that spell check is like i dont know what to tell u man

Far too many people are looking for the right person, instead of trying to be the right person.
Gloria Steinem (via messinah)
I don’t want to look back in five years time and think, ‘We could have been magnificent, but I was afraid.’ In five years I want to tell of how fear tried to cheat me out of the best thing in life, and I didn’t let it.
Unknown (via imarinicollette)

grrrlproblems:

Beauty or brains? 

Fuck that, it’s not a dichotomy. Let’s not act like mascara glues girls eyes so shut that they can’t read a word of Dickens or solve a trig problem. Let’s talk about how no boy has ever been asked if he’d rather get his Bachelor’s or get married; no boy has ever been told that he’s too handsome to run for office. So why cover up my tits so you can take me seriously? 

Beauty or brains? I’ll take ‘em all, thanks.