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madboner:

"WHAT DO WE WANT"

"CUTE CLOTHES"

"WHEN DO WE WANT THEM"

maybe in like a year or two when im hotter and skinnier so i can look good in them

This is the second time it happened. And today, I was driving. She held me from the back of my chair with her arm around my neck and her hand over my mouth. I couldn’t breathe, because her weight was crushing against my neck and mouth. I couldn’t try to fight her off, to free myself from her fucking madness because I was driving and I couldn’t move. I started coughing for air, against the pressure of her hand, but I still couldn’t get a healthy breathe of air. Finally, I started to get light headed, I started to feel my head wobble around in circles from the lack of oxygen. And then she let go, slowly. Almost as if saying that she will finish the job. Some way, some how…. Scariest part was, that she was me.

every time you hurt me I apologized because I felt guilty for making you feel bad
late night feelings  (via withoutexistance)
It’s 4am—
You’re sleeping.
I’m crying.
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discrace:

Sorry

discrace:

Sorry