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She let out a laugh, and then she put her hand over her mouth, like she was angry at herself for forgetting her sadness.
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via llogicas)

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i’m literally going to die of embarrassment.

a few days ago, my friend was copying my homework and she got caught. They took the papers and gave it to my teacher. It’s so embarrassing because she’s like my favorite teacher and she probably hates me or thinks lower of me now. ugh. i hate everything. I wish this would all just go away.

i just want perfect skin and hair and teeth and body proportions and endless supplies of money and intelligence is that too much to ask for

(Source: katharinelibby)

Me: seriously though its time to pull my shit together
Me *7 months later: seriously though its time to pull my shit together

guan-xin:

There I am again, sitting by the side: listening, but not really. Catching drifts of the conversation, but am never in it. Never included.

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i like you, but not too much. i don’t want to like anybody too much.
— sylvia plath  (via namnarae)

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I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love. Who’s going to love the girl that can’t stop crying? The girl that hurts herself? The girl that is losing control? The girl that is so sad she can’t get out of bed? The girl that keeps pushing everyone away? Who’s going to love the monster in me, who’s going to love me now?
— (via cosmoknaut)

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