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I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.

You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.

You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.

"you’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness"  (via halluzinogen)

(Source: stayygone)

Be with someone who reads your favourite books with you or takes you out to dinner. Leaves you sweet messages to wake up to and makes your heart stop. Someone who makes you question your previous relationships because none of them compare to you. Be with someone who can make you laugh out loud during the day and moan so much during the night. Be with someone who makes you feel loved. Be with someone who will put up with your stubbly legs and bed head. Be with someone who talks nicely behind your back and will always see the good things in you. Be with someone who will answer your call at 2am when you’re feeling worse than normal. Be with someone who makes you feel like you deserve to be alive.
4am thoughs (via overratedsuicide)
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