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A glimpse into the journal of a (quite intelligent) 16 year old girl. Photographed, with permission, in Central Park. 

ITS ON MY DASH AGAIN I THOUGHT I LOST IT FOREVER

its back igaf its not my blog style

YESS FINALLY I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR AGES 

If you zoom in it says at the bottom “every once and a while you meet these people that make you think that just maybe you’ve been doing something right after all to deserve them in your life” and I love that

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basically i dont care if you drink smoke or do drugs as long as you can hold a conversation about something besides the fact that you drink smoke or do drugs

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"But remember, there are two ways to dehumanize someone: by dismissing them, and by idolizing them."

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  • friend: what are you gonna be for halloween?
  • me: drunk

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  • Adolph Hitler commits mass genocide: Loathed by almost all of America.
  • Christopher Columbus commits mass genocide: Celebrated with barbecues and furniture sales.

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A wave viewed from underwater

waaa

This is insane
complajn:

"You want to cry and smile, but instead you just stare and you can’t do anything.”

Palo Alto (2014) dir. Gia Coppola
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1. We met in the waiting room of our therapists office. He told me that orchids symbolize death and stuck one behind my ear. I kissed him too hard and my mother asked me why the scent of liquor was hanging off all my clothes. 8 months later I left white oleanders on his grave. They’re poisonous. I think we were too.

2. He drove too fast and I played music too loud and kissed him while he drove. We were our own accident waiting to happen. We almost drowned one night when we fell into a lake in the middle of winter. When we fell in love. He left me a note telling me that being with me was like being alone. I deleted his number but kept it written down in the back of my old social studies notebook from middle school. I have called him 8 times since then.

3. God, I would’ve fucking died for him. In a few ways, I did.

4. He fucked someone else because he hated the way my scars would split open and bleed all over my clothes. I took a lot of pictures of him. They’re still in my attic. I tried to burn them once but my hair caught fire instead.

5. I never knew his middle name. He spoke in poetry and choked down cigarettes and never answered my calls. I held his hand too tightly. He would climb in my window and fall asleep next to me. I think he had nightmares most nights. My mother found out he was staying over and kicked him out. Everything stopped smelling like him. I hate it.

6. We tried to run away but we were only 16 and we weren’t allowed to buy train tickets so we took a bus but I got sick halfway and threw up my parent’s worried voicemails. He took me to some shitty motel and let me sleep while he went out to buy drugs. We went home and never saw each other again.

7. He would touch my best friend’s thigh under the table when we all went out. I pretended not to notice. He pretended to love me.

8. We wrote each other love letters and he cut my hair to my shoulders. He tasted like coffee with two packets of sugar because that’s all he drank. He was still tired all the time. I wish I could’ve woken him up. My hair is down to my waist now. I can’t remember the sound of his voice.

9. I’m not sure if I ever even loved him. I’m think I might’ve been so in love with him. He lived next door. Our mothers hated each other. When he was 6 he pulled the flowers out of the garden in our backyard. When we turned 17 he followed me home from school and kissed me. He would wipe away my tears when I cried. And then a new girl showed up at school and he started taking a different route home. He pulled all the flowers out of my fucking garden.

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9 boys my mother warned me not to kiss  (via extrasad)

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