August 29th
 Who were you before they broke your heart 
— My mother. (via deserted-streets)

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20140829 @ 1445
 The most important things are the hardest to say. 
— Stephen King, Different Seasons (via teenager90s)

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August 28th

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20140828 @ 2012
 Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder. 
— (via because-whynot)

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20140828 @ 1500
 Sleep was my serenity until even in my sleep I couldn’t escape. 
— jenn satsune (via ohsatsune)

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20140828 @ 1448
 Darling, you
left me stranded with
heartbreak. We used to
hold hands and share
warmth like sun and
moon, we were written
in the sky. Somehow we
fell; somehow we fell
out of touch, now,
only to become
ocean and sky. 
20140828 @ 1445
 everyone you idolize wakes up scared to be themselves sometimes. 
— pete wentz (dec. 2005)

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20140828 @ 1416
 Sleep doesn’t relieve my exhaustion anymore. 
— July 7, 2014 (via cityandcolourblind)

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20140828 @ 1415