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1889selfportrait · 2 years
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Growing up means the thing you most look forward to is a situation that has already passed
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1889selfportrait · 2 years
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I will Blair-Waldorf my way out of this one (the mess that is my life)
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1889selfportrait · 2 years
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My problem is that I never attribute to anything the reason why I’m sad cause I’m like “no this isn’t it, it’s actually an underlying issue coming from trauma” and so I never take any of my problems seriously
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1889selfportrait · 2 years
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Do you ever like something so much that you feel like it’s your property and when someone mentions it you get all possessive?
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1889selfportrait · 3 years
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folklore is the present aching pain and evermore is the quiet depression afterwards
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1889selfportrait · 3 years
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one of the places that i will miss the most, sorbonne university
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1889selfportrait · 3 years
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There are no such things as happy endings, because life is continuous until death, and death is never happy.
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1889selfportrait · 3 years
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There are no Taylor Swift concerts yet because Taylor is trying to protect me. She knows the second she plays Cruel Summer’s bridge on stage it’s over for my throat
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1889selfportrait · 3 years
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just like you, I can leave 💔
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1889selfportrait · 3 years
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What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.
You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself
but you killed everyone else around you too. 
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1889selfportrait · 3 years
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I don’t even dare to think deep stuff around people I know, how am I supposed to tell them anything that is going through my mind?
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1889selfportrait · 3 years
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It’s odd how we really attract what we fear, what we hate, by noticing it more, thinking about it constantly. The power they have is within ourselves. We give it to them.
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1889selfportrait · 3 years
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Obsessed with youth, summer, and coming of age
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1889selfportrait · 3 years
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Hair styles that make you feel like a Greek goddess are EVERYTHING
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1889selfportrait · 3 years
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We are all going to die, no doubt. But meanwhile life is meant to be for something, to have a purpose, instead of a meaningless time in between birth and death.
It is for studying, learning as much as possible. Filling your head with as much knowledge as you can.
But to study one must live; and to live one must study.
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1889selfportrait · 3 years
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I hate it when finishing a book feels like losing a friend you have been checking on everyday you have been reading about them. I just don’t want to stop checking on them.
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1889selfportrait · 3 years
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Feeling like a Bill Murray character in a Wes Anderson film
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