#28
“I love you” can also mean
Don’t leave
Please stay
It hurts me sometimes
I feel alone
I don’t know how to go on without you
I’m broken
I can only manage these three words
(via windandsalt)
This is an apology letter to the both of us for how long it took me to let things go.
— Buddy Wakefield; Hurling Crowbirds at Mockingbars
(via shelbyisms)
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— Buddy Wakefield; Hurling Crowbirds at Mockingbars
(via shelbyisms)
(Source: debilitating, via backdrift)
My dad just asked me who The National was and why I have so much music by them
When my absence doesn’t alter your life, then my presence has no meaning in it.
— Unknown (via noiresterr)
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— Unknown (via noiresterr)
(Source: hopeinspiresme, via stefunny)
High school, it seems, has changed. It has become competitive. Young men and women — 13 to 18 years old — must work more or less tirelessly to ensure their spot at a college deemed worthy to them and their families. So rather than living their adolescent lives — lives brimming with desires and vitality, with vim, vigor, and brewing lust — these kids are working at old age homes, cramming for tests, popping Adderall just to make the literal and proverbial grade. And for what? So they can go to a school that puts them in debt for the rest of their lives. School has become a great vehicle of capitalism: it quashes the revolution implicit in adolescence while simultaneously fomenting perpetual indebtedness.
— Daniel Coffeen (via deathcatsforqt)
— Daniel Coffeen (via deathcatsforqt)
(via deathcatsforqt)





