Broken Dreams

Claudia/ 16 / Canada

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forbrightskies:

  • If you want to have sex after being together one hour that’s fine
  • If you want to have sex after being together one week that’s fine
  • If you want to have sex after being together one month that’s fine
  • If you want to have sex after being together one year that’s fine
  • If you want to wait until marriage that’s fine
  • If you’re not even together that’s fine too
  • IT’S ALL FINE NOW PLEASE STOP THINKING OTHER PEOPLE’S SEX IS YOUR BUSINESS THANK YOU 

(via suicidally-broken)

“ I think I keep telling myself you never loved
me at all because it is far less terrifying a
prospect than the possibility you did, you truly
did, but all of a sudden, and for no particular
reason, you stopped. ”

—    Beau Taplin || How I sleep at night.  (via afadthatlastsforever)

(via darling-idgaf)

jackfrostciicle:

fe-liscatus:

mamakarkat:

WHY ARE PEOPLE WITH PENISES GIVEN FREE CONDOMS WHEN THEY DON’T NEED TO HAVE SEX BUT PEOPLE WITH VAGINAS STILL HAVE TO PAY FOR THINGS LIKE PADS AND TAMPONS FOR SOMETHING THEY CAN’T STOP

wow,

amen sista

Vote me for president I will make all tampons and pads fucking free

(via hopelessly-suicidal)

0:12am

The eyeliner streaks on my face make me look a bit like the joker. I don’t mind this particularly. Maybe now people will stop asking if I’m okay.

0:54am

It’s raining outside. I think perhaps even the skies are crying for you. Can you hear them?

1:38 am

I threw that bear you gave me across the room and one of his button eyes fell off. I think that broke my heart more than you leaving.

2:46am

My mother says she is concerned for my mental health. I am laughing, a little too loudly, and telling her I am fine. I don’t tell her I am worried too.

3:10am

I played my music a little too loudly and woke the entire house. I’ve been told to get a grip. This song reminds me of you.

4:17am

I am exhausted, but not from sleep deprivation. I am exhausted from feeling too much and not feeling enough. My lungs are collapsing and I wish I could stop clutching at empty spaces as though they were your hands.

5:49 am

I have so much left to tell you and the walls are terrible listeners. But at least they won’t leave. Come to think of it, they are better listeners than you ever were.

6:13 am

It’s almost light. I am going to watch the sunrise by myself and perhaps today I won’t feel so pathetic. Perhaps this is me finally getting over you. Yeah. You never deserved me anyway. Screw you.

7:45am

Well, that was a stupid thought. Come back. Please come back. I swear we can start over and pretend this never happened. We can do everything again and this time it will work, I promise.

8:00am

Oh god. You’re not coming back are you?

—    Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #36 (via blossomfully)

(via lipglossandpoetry)