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It’s weird how as I get older

I like less and less things about myself.

Things I’ve never noticed before.

I remember how I’d be so disgusted with girls that would spend so much money to get surgery on their bodies.

And now I want to be one of them

Sus

I keep having dreams about my boyfriend’s ex. Why.

It’s true when they say sex causes oroblems

croutoncat:

people who randomly decide to compliment you are so important

When you truly believe in what you are doing, it shows. And it pays. Winners in life are those who are excited about where they’re going. TheDailyPositive.com (via thedailypozitive)
My mother told me that you can’t cure depression,
that taking pills wouldn’t fix me and taking six
instead of the prescribed two definitely wasn’t
going to speed up the process. But I met a boy
who tasted better than Prozac. He made it easier
to get out of bed. He kissed me like I was
alive, like I wasn’t empty, like maybe there was
something left inside me. He made my bones
ache less when he touched me. He made it okay.
When my world was crashing down around me,
he picked up all the pieces. When I stopped
breathing and tried to tear open my wrists to
find the last little bits of happiness left in my
veins, he was there to lace me back together.
But he left and I haven’t washed my hair in three
weeks. My mother was right.
– I met a boy who tasted better than Prozac (via extrasad)