heavensghost:

(via forever-a-fighter)

28 was a rough year, but I made it.

29, please be kind

relacion-goals:

“And sometimes I wonder if I use him to mask a love I craved from a man I once knew.”

—

L.D.S (via wordsrstories)

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(via xxxporn-blogxx-blog)

twloha:

“I may be in a better place now, but I will never forget what it feels like to be exhausted no matter how much you sleep; to have a panic attack in the middle of the night; to be crushed by the weight of your own and others’ expectations. To, quite bluntly, hate yourself.”

—

Emily Burch, “A Letter From a Therapist: I Struggle Too”

feral-ballad:

Max Ritvo, from Four Reincarnations: Poems; “Living it up”

[Text ID: “I wish you would let me know / how difficult it is to love me. / Then I would know you love me / beneath all that difficulty.”]

allblackerrthingus:

aaaangel444:

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