dressmedown-liquormeup:

You don’t kiss when you kiss
You don’t fuck when you fuck
You don’t say what you mean
You don’t talk loud enough
No pulse in your impulse
Celebration’s impossible

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I need texting buddies, people in Perth send me an ask with your number

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There’s no place for me.

How is it you can be in the most loving close knit relationship with someone, they tell you they love you first and they chase you and you share everything with them and then to go to them lying to you, leaving you and never speaking to you ever again for no legitimate reason, you promised you would never hurt me or leave me, you coward.

I have nothing, I am nothing. I have your name carved into my arm, after 6+ months of staying strong and not hurting myself to doing that, I don’t know why I haven’t killed myself yet but I will soon enough. I have never felt so alone.

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I guess loves a funny thing, the way it fades away without a warning. It doesn’t have to be excused but when it’s gone, oh it’s gone and it ain’t ever coming back.

You know what hurts most about a broken heart, remembering how you felt, don’t lose that feeling, you’ll never get it back

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juvenilehatespeak asked: Thats cool. I an a lonely broke hermit when my boyfriend goes back to Queensland. I don't have many friends.

I’m looking for work at the moment :(

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I have never felt so alone before, this is the end of the road for me, there’s no light. I have no motivation or hope for my dreams. I’m done. Goodbye.

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Would it make you happy if I was to cut my face apart and write on your walls, am I good enough now? Then I would hang myself in your yard, dead girl would be the perfect girl for you because I would never talk, never move, you could fuck me when you want. Will I be good enough then?

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