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I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.

You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.

You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.

”

“you’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness”

(via i-want-spankings)

— Sutter.

— What?

“One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it hurts when you don’t. And it feels like someone’s cut you open with a jagged piece of glass.”

Maureen Medved, The Tracey Fragments (via calpal1x1s)

“I want someone to see the dark parts of my mind, the messy, the scary, the destructive, and still choose to stay.”

Tell me you love that I’m not all there (via norcal-nostalgia)

“To have her here in bed with me, breathing on me, her hair in my mouth—I count that something of a miracle.”

Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer (via gimmerps)