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Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness. I’ll choke you with the same hand I fed you with.
By Anonymous (via levi-has-the-booty)

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killedtheinnocentpeople:

I’m in the mood for digging a hole and bury myself in it.

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In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.
By Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies  (via ablogwithaview)

(Source: seabois, via disney--eyes)

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You have no responsibility to live up to what other people think you ought to accomplish. I have no responsibility to be like they expect me to be. It’s their mistake, not my failing.
By Richard P. Feynman (via sundaylatte)

(Source: pressured, via flawedsanity)

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I gave wrong people the right pieces of me.
By (via jakuzarskey)

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itsthelesbiana:

Nothing scars you more than the negative shit your own parents tell you.

(via fragile--flower)

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Because lying to your kids about sex helps nobody. Telling them that sex is “only between mommies and daddies” is a lie that leads to confused, hormone charged teenagers. Telling them that sex is “only something that happens when two people love each other very much” is a lie that causes hormone charged teenagers to confuse “love” with “lust,” or “obsession.” It leads to leaps of logic like, “If I have sex with them, we must be in love.” Or worse- “If I love them, I have to have sex with them.” And how many teenage tragedies are based on that misconception?
By Lea Grover, "We Don’t Play With Our Vulvas At The Table" (via themindislimitless)

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Sometimes when I’m alone
in a dark room of a silent house,
I reach for the fire you once lit in me
but all I feel is the dampness of
the ashes after you put me out
and I have tried lighting cigarettes
and downing burning whiskey
to ignite your old embers but
I am still so cold, waiting for you
to come home and set fire to me again.
By We were a roaring fire but my tears extinguished my heart (via ink-trails)
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I never understood how some writers could manage
to break my heart within the length of a few pages
but then I met you and realized that pain isn’t
determined by how many words are written but
rather how many words aren’t there because
I threw away all my ‘I love you’s’ but all I got back
was silence and that is worse than an unhappy ending
since you didn’t even think I was worth a start.
By A Commitment Within the Pages (via ink-trails)
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I refuse to be your second choice.
Not when you were my first.
Not when I didn’t even have a choice.
By (via thoseconstellations)
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Never, never tell them. Try and remember that. Never tell anyone anything ever. Never tell anyone anything again.
By Ernest Hemingway, from The Garden Of Eden (via violentwavesofemotion)