doubletroublw-deactivated202008:
Oh it’s Eric’s birthday today. I would’ve been ecstatic a year ago. God I fucking hate the old me. Eric Harris, I hope you’re burning in hell. I can’t believe I ever liked you. You disgust me.
GURLLL I FELT THAT WHAT THE FUCK WAS I EVEN THINKING BACK THEEENN HOW COULD I EVEN HAVE SYMPATHY AND GIVE MY TIME TO DEFEND THEM AND IT WAS YEARS AGO
Dumb ass bitch “tHeY wErE vIcTiMs tOo”
I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE FOR BEING SO STUPID BACK THEN I LEARNED MY LESSON
“when you find love that listens, you will never need to shout to be heard. when you find love that listens, you will never need to over explain yourself to be felt. when you find love that listens, you will never need to look for ears that understand.”
— iambrillyant
its true that crying wont solve things but we dont cry to solve. we cry to release
“Isn’t it odd how much fatter a book gets when you’ve read it several times? As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells…and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower…both strange and familiar.”
- Cornelia Funke, The Inkheart
“I am tired of pain. This thing that’s necessary, inevitable and leaves too many scars. I am tired of being so sensitive to anything that triggers my wounds to bleed.”— Juansen Dizon, Tired human
“The people I have loved in my life have never been easy to love. I’m not used to normal. I’m used to disaster.”— Augusten Burroughs, Dry (via lunesmuse)
