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“I have sea foam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.” -
(via timid)
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(via mermiad-at-heart-blog)
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“I love the way her breathing changes as soon as I touch her body.” — (via yourlifeisyourmessage)(via narcotic)
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“And there was nothing poetic about wanting to kill myself and writing so many suicide notes in my head explaining how sorry I was for the things I did not become. There was nothing poetic and beautiful about crying myself to sleep every night for the past 5 years hoping someone would care enough to save me. No one saved me. No one was going to save me because there is nothing poetic about thinking you can’t be saved. There is nothing poetic about staring at a blank wall for an entire day or smiling and laughing the next and having people think “oh she’s fine.” There was nothing poetic and beautiful about trying to take my own life. There is nothing poetic and beautiful about my mother having a panic attack every time I have a bad day and lock my door. There is nothing poetic and beautiful about me not taking my pills because I don’t know who I am without this sadness. There is nothing poetic and beautiful about having depression and wishing you were dead. There was nothing poetic and beautiful about my depression or anyone else’s depression nor will there ever be anything beautiful and poetic about it.” — Fuck anyone that says it’s beautiful//Deeply Feeling Series (via promisesofamazing)(via foreverjanedoe)
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(via beaceex)
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This is the lucky clover cat. reblog this in 30 seconds & he will bring u good luck and fortune.
THIS ONE!!! THIS IS THE ONE THAT WORKS!!!!!
I reblogged him the day i started treatment and 1. GOT TO MY APPOINTMENT ON TIME 2. FOUND A FREE PARKING TICKET SOMEONE LEFT IN THE METER FOR ME AND 3. GOT FREE STARBUCKS AFTER MY APPOINTMENT!!!!!
I’m convinced bc I reblogged this on Friday, got hired at a job I had a million interviews for, went on a first date that went well, and got kissed a billion times so like hell ya to the luck cat
I don’t know about you guys but these past few days have been going really well for me since I reblogged this. So I’m gonna keep reblogging it.
(via silkredpanties)
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“…the heart slips backward, remembering, remembering.” — Anne Sexton, from “The Twelve-Thousand-Day Honeymoon” in The Complete Poems (via violentwavesofemotion)(via timid)
