Be good to yourself

We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.

—Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (via seabois)

oh the irony

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“maybe if i drink another coffee, i will feel better”

“maybe if i buy myself a new sweater, i will feel better”

“maybe if i get so drunk i can’t see, i will feel better”

“maybe if i sleep for fourteen hours, i will feel better”

(Source: ptysis, via glaciaahlstrand)

He is not just a boy, and that scares me to death. He’s my today and tomorrow; he is not just a boy when he smiles or speaks.
He will never be just a boy.

—conversation with my parents about him. (via tobreathe-withyou)

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hkirkh:

godotal:

broken body

"I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms. At night, I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep."

hkirkh:

godotal:

broken body

"I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms. At night, I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep."

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