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semi hiatus because school sigh i wanna set that place on fire it could burn brighter than the sun are you picking up what im putting down

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♥ ♡ ❤ INTERSECTIONAL FEMINISM ♥ ♡ ❤ if you need a sign to stay alive tonight, this is it, i love you and you are totally worth it ♥ ♡ ❤

Lottie || '98 || "I am a millennial. Generation Y; born between the birth of AIDS and 9/11, give or take. They call us the global generation. We are known for our entitlement and narcissism. Some say it’s because we’re the first generation where every kid gets a trophy just for showing up. Others think it’s because social media allows us to post when we fart or have a sandwich for all the world to see. But it seems our one defining trait is a numbness to the world. An indifference to suffering. I know I did anything I could to not feel; sex, drugs, booze. Just take away the pain. I would give everything I have or will ever have just to feel pain again; to hurt. One advantage of being kind of dead is that you don’t have to sweat warning labels. And that’s the rub of all this, isn’t it? I can’t feel shit. I can’t feel anything. We think that pain is the worst feeling. It isn’t. How could anything be worse than this eternal silence inside of me."

heartbrakegirl:

Take me back to when he was here. To when all his hopes and dreams were in the future, far from taking him away from me. Take me back to the time we were together, not a care in the world. He was a dreamer, he believed in a greater good and endless wishes. He believed in forever young, feeling alive and breathless. He believed in me. And so when he came around with his Maserati saying, “Let’s run away,” I said, “Okay.”


Now I know why. He asked me if we were going to live forever, everything open in front of us; the countless possibilities. And that was when I realized he’s scared of death, of an ending to us, to this. He’s terrified of saying good bye; he’ll always be running away.