ugh you are such a terrible friend, only want to speak/hang out when you find out your ex girlfriend fucked another one of your friends xxxxx
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I always get really freaked out by how many people there is in the world when I’m on long bus journeys. Like, you go past so many random people, living their little lives, going about their day to day activities, you make eye contact for a split second, have so many questions about who they are, where they’re going, how they’re feeling, then bam, you’ll probably never see that person again.
(Source: loveismyjudge, via zerl)
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And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via labyrintofpoetry)
(Source: larmoyante, via jesuisuneamesolitaire)
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i wish i cared about something, anything at all.
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