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Posted on 26th Aug at 9:29 PM, with 51,601 notes
"What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back."
Chester Bennington   (via oceaniceyes)
Posted on 25th Aug at 9:40 PM, with 110,502 notes

draumstafir:

rogerrrs:

i wanna go for walks in the middle of the night but i also dont want to die ya feel

just girly things

Posted on 24th Aug at 10:22 PM, with 3,041 notes
"I want you to remember who you are, despite the bad things that are happening to you. Because those bad things aren’t you. They are just things that happen to you. You need to accept that who you are and the things that happen you, are not one and the same."
Colleen Hoover, Hopeless (via purplebuddhaproject)
Posted on 24th Aug at 10:03 PM, with 1,836 notes
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My mom said, you put so much of yourself online. These strangers know too much about you. Stop giving to these people. Why don’t you keep your secrets to yourself? Then they’d mean more when you told them.

My aunt said, girls, you want to keep some parts of yourself hidden. don’t go out showing too much skin. Boys don’t want to marry girls who they’ve already seen. I was thirteen, sitting quietly in a knee length dress that had been picked out for me, as I listened to women around me chat about modesty. My cousin touched my covered shoulder and laughed, Why would someone buy the cake if they could get it for free?

Three years later, I sat in the back of his parent’s car, topless and covered in his sweat. I was steaming up the windows by spilling my guts. I told him stories about sucking in the scenery from an airplane window before I moved. I told him about running out the back door at a party and shakily skate boarding to a golf course to breathe. I told him about spending an afternoon rolling down a grass hill, looking for a way to waste time. I was trying to tell him I loved him without saying it outright. He looked out the window, nodded at me, and said, “How many others know these things about you? I mean, you’re sweet, but are these things you’re just telling me?”

I have been taught to save parts of myself for others. My thoughts, they say, mean more when they are unvocalized. My body, I’ve been taught, is a greater gift when I keep it hidden away. I am better swallowed, kept apart, not listened to, not shared, not publicized, stuck in the shadows, invisible, forgotten. I have learned to sit down, stay quiet, and always cross my legs. I have learned how to speak only when spoken to. I know how to be silent. I know how to be sweet. I have had extensive lessons in both. But I do not know how to be me.

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Saving Myself | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)
Posted on 24th Aug at 1:28 AM, with 24,230 notes

penicillium-pusher:

"If you can’t afford birth control pills, just don’t have sex!"

*deep inhale*

The birth control pill has many uses other than simple birth control (I know, the name is misleading). Most people who go on the pill do it for reasons other than preventing pregnancy. Extremely painful cramps, irregular period cycle, heavy flows, and acne are amongst just a few things the pill can help regulate. 

Thank you.

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