chocolate-cats-weed:

That sad feeling of having no one that you want to run to when times are bad :(

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It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it. Charles Bukowski, Pulp (via fassadenmensch)

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I know. I’m very hard to talk to. I realize that. The Catcher in the Rye  (via atlpunk)

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sadmale:

do you ever feel physically sick because you know you’re not good enough for anybody and you can’t do anything right and you’re too tired to go on

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blankbabe:

we are the last generation whose baby photos weren’t taken on phones

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fatwink:

"so how is school going?"

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