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I can’t stay connected with anyone and anything.
I can’t see.
I can’t hear.
I can’t speak.
Useless. Just this useless, pathetic thing here.
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I can no longer feel the magic.
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Long time no see tumblr.
Reread my posts, all private and public, and realize the past me understands my present self.
Funny how the posts I choose to like or reblog never dies out of fashion with me. They’re always in season, with the words and pictures meaning more to me than ever before.
I thought about deleting my tumblr forever, since I practically don’t even use it anymore. But I’m afraid too. This tumblr holds so much to me and was once what made my days better. How can I possibly even begin to decide to throw all of that away. What will I go back to for support when I need the help and love? -
Can’t wait to get home.
My mom is such a pain in the ass.
Apparently I’m too stupid and dumb to find love.
Well sorrryyyy I can’t find an 80 year old millionaire. -
Fuck you for making me feel so low about myself all the time.
It’s people like you that make me want to commit suicide. -
FUCK YOU.
I posted over 30 now. Over 30 fucking times. 30.
All you have is 2.And you have the nerve of telling me that you’ve posted more than I have?
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When someone asks if I’m hungry
(Source: whatshouldwecallme)
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