Best to forget; best to let go.
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I will give your heart a place to rest when everything you had has turned and left. I'll weave your names into my rib cage, lock your hearts inside my chest, regain the passion I once carried, do away with all the rest. I tore the sickness from your bodies, smashed its head against the bricks. I made a castle from its bones that you may always dwell in it. So, sing for every buried moment that you'd thought would never end, and sing your fears about the future, and a dirge for faded friends. For all the love that you had held to, why it somehow failed to keep. And sing each minute you've been frightened, every hour that you've lost sleep, and sing for all your friends and family; sing for those who didn't survive. But sing not for their final outcome; sing a song of how they tried. We live amidst a violent storm; leaves us unsatisfied at best, so fill your heart with what's important, and be done with all the rest.

"If you find yourself thinking “Wait. Can’t say that. He’ll think I’m weird and fucked up.” Ditch them and find someone who responds with something twice as weird and three times as fucked up."

— Jeremiah Van Guilder (via forever-and-alwayss)

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"Your feelings are valid simply because you feel them."

— something lovely my therapist said (via jeanprouvair)

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you know that mood you get in sometimes where you just fucking are in love with drinking water

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"When you asked me if I was alright and I told you I was sad, you never texted me back. I don’t know why I expected you to care because you only ever loved the parts of me that were easy to love."

— Midnight Thoughts (I guess I’m not worth the effort)

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say those three words and i’m yours

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person: Pokemon is such a childish game, why are you playing it?



me: image


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"i stopped sending my feelings
to my heart
a long time ago.
why should one organ do all the work?
so I distributed the pain.
I sent self-loathing to my toes
so I could walk it off,
whenever I needed to.
and I sent the hurtful words
made about my appearance
and my personality
directly to my liver.
I figured it could handle
another toxin.
i sent the unrequired feeling
that left me broken
straight to my bloodstream,
so they could keep
going and going.
i sent anger
towards my kidneys
and I shot my anxiety
towards my spleen
i gave my heart nothing
but my will to live,
i figured it deserved
to have a little hope

- amandaspoetry, Amanda Helm (via amandaspoetry)

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