I am trying to think of
all the times when
words didn’t work
and all the times
I used pain to remind myself
that I am still alive
and all the times
I let people
break my heart
just so I could feel
and I think I have
kissed more bottles than people
but either way I still end up
drunk on the idea of love.
― Anthea Y., Typewriter Series #107 (via larmoyante)


No sympathy for rapists, no sympathy for abusers, no sympathy for those who side with them. No excuses for their behavior, no justifications, no exceptions.


*randomly feels pain on a random part of my body* oh god here we go im gonna die

(Quelle: canadad)

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