Admitting a lapse to your therapist
You can hide memories, but you can’t erase the history that produced them.
Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki, Murakami (via funeraldreams)

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xvxbox:

if someone doesnt like being touched and you just go ahead and touch them anyways because you think its funny i sincerely hope you get punched in the god damn face

(Source: littlemammal, via mysticjourney)

  • person: get your license
  • me: The Road Is A Terrifying Place And I Am Very Afraid To Drive

floozys:

why is catcalling called catcalling? i like cats and i would quite like them calling me to see how i am or to make plans to meet for brunch, catcalling should be called something more accurate like asshole screeching or insecure masculinity 

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controlledeuphoria:

wearing lingerie underneath a comfy sweater is my fall look

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cruelings:

✿ similar here ✿
gullets:

Glow
anxieusly:

STOP TELLING ME I’M FINE

honeydoll94:

I feel very sad and very lost
goodnight

I reached out my hand. No one was beside me. I was alone, abandoned, at the edge of the world.
Haruki Murakami - Dance Dance Dance (via funeraldreams)

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afroui:

page from Sylvia Plath's diary

Rad to know it takes two months to get over me.

Rad to know how being life-threateningly ill can make me so easy to forget.

Rad to know that you’ve been doing ticketty boo when i’ve been suicidal and bed ridden for the past four months in an ever deepening pit of depression and fear triggered by having all of my anxieties proved true.

It’s so difficult to describe depression to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling— that really hollowed-out feeling.
J.K. Rowling (via chattingbreeze)

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