Generically sugarcoated.
Generically sugarcoated.
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nxoir:

ilixr:

f-reska:

vaxpur:

Selfie of the century

Oh my god

A MUST HAVE ON MY BLOG

I already reblogged this like 3 times but I have to again
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nikki-fellatio:

The “why you bringing up old shit” expression.
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"I think i’m just nervous that i’m never going to find another you, i’m never going to be comfortable like that with someone, again. That scares me."
(via genericallysugarcoated)
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"When you lose someone, it feels like the hole in your gum when a tooth falls out. You can chew, you can eat, you have plenty of other teeth, but your tongue keeps going back to that empty place, where all nerves are still a little raw."
― Jodi Picoult, House Rules  (via genericallysugarcoated)
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harmly:

lagoonist:

reteen:

shrubatee:

mother-venus:

callitrichidae:

Fuck this postFuck this post so much.You want a “Why not?”How about the way your best friend’s older sister will throw up by the side of the road because she’s crying so hard How about the way your best friend will sob for weeks in her showers, in her bedroom, in the bathroom at schoolHow about the way your mother will cry every time she looks at herself in the mirror and pictures herself bringing you homeHow about the way your father’s eyes will NEVER stop mirroring the image of your hanging bodyHow about the way your boyfriend will sit in his room in silence, unable to eat or sleep, or even to fucking shower, because why would he want to continue without youHow about the way the girl who called you a brother will start crying every time she sees your parentsHow about the way your family will sit in your house after the funeral looking blankly at one another, because god knows they can’t find a fucking thing to say that doesn’t just float through the air where you should be walkingHow about the way your sister will wake up every morning and see your door and convince herself that you could still be there, just sleeping in your bedHow about the way your ex girlfriend will come over and pull your clothes from the drawers and cry while she holds them desperately to her face to breathe in what’s left of you
Don’t you dare tell me it won’t change thingsThere may be stars in the sky and wind in the air and sun in the cloudsBut without you we do not want them
Don’t you dare be selfish enough to believe you aren’t important to us
So fuck this postand fuck this romanticism of suicideand fuck you for leaving my sister to cry in her room when she thinks nobody can hear

bless this reblog

I CANT REBLOG THIS ANY HARDER FUCK.

bless

I LOVE YOUR FOR THIS POST OKAY.

i am crying
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