Blow my heart up.

Kelly | Viet | Kentucky | June 10

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Reasons Why I Smile.

letseatsomecucumbers:

If you wanted to talk to me, you would. If you wanted to be with me, you would’ve done everything you could to stay. But I’m here alone. I have to learn how to let go. I’m done feeling like I annoy the living hell out of you. I’m done feeling like I need you in my life. I’m done missing you. I’m done trying. You didn’t fight for me to stay, so I’ll go.

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Never again will I put myself through all this pain.

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I’m trying to get back to my original weight of 6 pounds and 11 ounces

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gelaababy:

LOL. i do this sometimes.

LOL. i do this sometimes.

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reclusivesouls:

i look at myself and physically feel sick why have i let myself get like this idek

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I am jealous of your bedsheets — the ones you wrap yourself in over and over when you are unreasonably cold for the season. I am jealous of the people who get to pass by you in the metro and who will never know your name. They don’t know that they are lucky, that their shoulders touch someone wonderful.

— Chelsea Fagan (via flirtualreality)

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klubist:

resticula:

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q’d

resticula:

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q’d

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pewpewpewigotchu:

pewpewpewigotchu:

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