Whenever I try to open up and let people in, they leave. They always leave.

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In my life, I’ve experienced a lot of unhappy moments. They make up the majority of my lifespan. They hurt to think about, and I wear the scars on my skin everyday. Unhappiness is a part of me. There have been happy moments yes, but oh god I wish there were more. Those happy moments were what got me through my dark times, they kept me breathing, kept my blood in my veins, kept me around to see a new day. Though there have been few, I cherish them as memories. The little things, the big things, the brief instances I felt “normal” as if I was worthy of that moment, worthy of the air I inhaled and the presence of those I loved. I wish there were more. Fucking christ I wish there were more. But that’s okay, unhappiness is a part of me. Happiness just wasn’t meant for me, and that’s okay. 


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❝Intimacy is not who you let touch you. Intimacy is who you text at 3am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention, when ten other people are asking for it. Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.❞

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I can relate to this

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Follow this relatable tumblr, you wont regret it

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Why sleep when you can stay up late every night being sad then feel like shit the next day 

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