Waiting for you, is like waiting for rain in this drought. Useless and disappointing.
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♡skins blog♡
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Gay is okay.
Reblog if you think gay marriage should be legal.












If you follow me and you don’t reblog this, we’re gonna have a little issue.

I will 500% judge you if you don’t Reblog

More people reblogged this than there are in my state??

Hey let’s do thisimage


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Four parents and I’m still no one’s favourite.

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Always the friend left out, and always the daughter least cared for.

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"I know deep inside, I am not the child my parents wanted. I can tell by the way they look into my eyes, because theirs glaze over, and by the way they don’t take anything I say too seriously. I can tell by the way they ask me about my future, and when I say, “I’m not sure but,” they lose interest in knowing. I can tell when they read the newspaper and see all the successful honor students at my school, they sigh, because my name isn’t printed in ink on the list. I feel like when I talk, they don’t really listen, because if they did, they would read between the lines and realize I wanted to kill myself a hundred times. I feel like when I’m upset I can no longer show emotion, because my mother has called me lazy too many times, and my dad has shook his head once too many. I feel like when I’m sitting on the couch when I get home from school, they are disgusted because I should be “doing something more productive.” So I don’t even feel like being comfortable in my own home anymore. I feel like I have to hide away in my room, because when I’m around them we don’t talk much anyways. I feel like I’m just another tab on their bill, especially when all they talk about is how they’re low on money and make it feel like it’s my fault. It’s just, I think they wanted someone more, someone better. I think they wanted a smart kid, with a great passion for life, who is nothing but happy, busy, talented, outgoing. They wanted someone who would for sure succeed more than they did in life, someone who could assure them assistance in their older years. But they got me, the kid who’s shy, the one who gets okay grades, the kid that doesn’t have many friends, the kid who’s sad most the time, the kid who has secretly attempted suicide. The kid who’s just another kid, not the kid who’s nothing like me. I’m sorry."i.c. // “A Hidden Apology to My Parents”  (via delicatepoetry)

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"I hate that I love you. I fucking hate it. I want you. I want you so fucking badly but you don’t want me. I hate that you think you can understand but you can’t. You don’t see through these eyes, you can’t feel what I feel. I love you and oh god heartbreak is a bitch"But I still love you. (via beentough-butstillcheering-youon)

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a letter to you

my mother told me that you can’t cure depression;
that taking pills wouldn’t fix me,
and taking six instead of the prescribed two definitely wasn’t going to speed up the process.

but i met a boy who tasted better than prozac.

he made it easier to be out of bed.
he kissed me like i was alive,
like i wasn’t empty,
like maybe there was something left inside of me.
he made my bones ache less when he touched me.

he made it okay.

when my world was crashing down around me,
he picked up all the pieces.
when i stopped breathing and tried to tear open my wrists to find the last little bits of happiness left in my veins,
he was there to lace me back together.

but he left.
i haven’t slept in three days.

my mother was right.

Unknown (via notjustinmyhead)

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his well being means more than my own
"Is it sad that I can feel
you getting tired of me?
Or is it sadder that I’m use
to it because everyone does
Tired. (via fragmentallygirl)

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