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"I hope they ask about me & I hope you tell them you fucked up."

(via misslucy-rose)

Yep.

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occasionally-conscious:

+2 saturation on camera, no other edits

Canon Rebel T2i

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thiccbitch:

people need to understand that some people just don’t like talking it has nothing to do with u so don’t take it personally like some people just aren’t talkers and they’ll probably never text u first or initiate a conversation and it’s not because they don’t like u it’s just that they don’t think to say anything bc they’re comfortable with not saying anything

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myampgoesto11:

Paintings by self-taught artist David Whittaker

"But if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in."

— Junot Díaz, from "The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao" (via weissewiese)

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rachel-angles:

June 27, 2014 : Stuck on the Puzzle
When I was younger, one question remained on a constant loop, “why am I here, how am I here?”. The question still echos in its endless complexity throughout my mind. I’m one person that takes up so little space on this planet, and yet I’ve been given a life of my own. But recently the question has changed its emphasis from me to here. The first 12 years of my life were spent in oblivion of the world. Before 8th grade I was determined to be something and move somewhere like New York, because what could be better, right? In 8th grade I spent the majority of April depressed, I still don’t like writing it, because you really never want to believe that something is or ever was wrong. I spent my time on the weekends in bed, not getting up until at least 4, always with the feeling that something was missing. This is when “why am I here?” changed to “where is here?” I learned that me being here has nothing to do with me, and being something has everything to do with my surroundings. Where is here? Here is home, but not home as it’s literal form of a building. So I spent the next several months just exploring Kansas City in all it’s flaws and forgotten beauty and along the way learned for myself that who I thought I was for several years was not due for happiness anytime soon through the mold that I tried on to please others. It takes you awhile to realize when you’re there, that is to say ‘here’, but it’s a simple finding and once you realize it, it seems so obvious, how could you ever miss it? But here never ends, it expands like you change and I ask that you never give up on here, never give up anywhere.

rachel-angles:

June 27, 2014 : Stuck on the Puzzle

When I was younger, one question remained on a constant loop, “why am I here, how am I here?”. The question still echos in its endless complexity throughout my mind. I’m one person that takes up so little space on this planet, and yet I’ve been given a life of my own. But recently the question has changed its emphasis from me to here. The first 12 years of my life were spent in oblivion of the world. Before 8th grade I was determined to be something and move somewhere like New York, because what could be better, right? In 8th grade I spent the majority of April depressed, I still don’t like writing it, because you really never want to believe that something is or ever was wrong. I spent my time on the weekends in bed, not getting up until at least 4, always with the feeling that something was missing. This is when “why am I here?” changed to “where is here?” I learned that me being here has nothing to do with me, and being something has everything to do with my surroundings. Where is here? Here is home, but not home as it’s literal form of a building. So I spent the next several months just exploring Kansas City in all it’s flaws and forgotten beauty and along the way learned for myself that who I thought I was for several years was not due for happiness anytime soon through the mold that I tried on to please others. It takes you awhile to realize when you’re there, that is to say ‘here’, but it’s a simple finding and once you realize it, it seems so obvious, how could you ever miss it? But here never ends, it expands like you change and I ask that you never give up on here, never give up anywhere.

(via luna-mangata)

(Source: broken-cactus, via mog-a)

"I still can’t believe I survived myself."

Michelle K., What Keeps Me Up at Night #131. (via kelseysrecovery)

(via thoughts-of-recovery)

tshernovits:

If I could simply “start and stop” Anorexia, you can bet your fucking life savings that I would stop right away and get back to a normal life, because living in this hell every single day is no way to live. 

(via back-to-bex)

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