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“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think “I’m not going to...”
– Charles Bukowski (via brittanyusher) almost every morning. (via beautifulepitome)
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My parents are gone for the night. →
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“Shaw was right: as we strain to grasp the things we desire, the things we think...”
– Lucas Scott (One Tree Hill)
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Have Courage to Continue: River of Laughter →
havecouragetocontinue: Sliding closer, suffocating; This iron cage that is my mind, I thought it would be different. Am I stuck until the end of time? I thought the river, the laughter would wash it all away. I thought the smiles and the flowers might brighten this endless night. I thought the sun might finally…
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I change the date on my homework to make it seem... →
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“And even though I wanted to not exist, collapse into the floor and decay, I knew...”
– What I Felt After Getting Raped (via like-air-i-rise)
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Gentleman
callmeshea: We aren’t so different you and I you may open doors I stare out windows. Your aroma smells of a spring parcel I exude  burnt forests. Your fingers tips hardened from piano keys my hands calloused from praying to potential. You choose to wear a suit I prefer a cloak. I’ll pick a dandelion give it to a stranger You’ll buy a bouquet give it to a pretty lady - one day...
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Bedspace D: Muddy →
callmeshea: Daddy always hit her, and she always ran away. He loved her though, like a farmer loves his seed. He just went mad sometimes; we all do eventually. She was a fugitive of the night scurrying indecisively. The moonlight was always one step ahead, it showed her were to go. The howling of the night…
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