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Thereās a new boy, heās really nice and smart and I donāt like him at all. I call him when I need to talk to someone but youāre the one I think about when I canāt sleep. And itās your voice I hear in my head when I feel lost. I know youāre not good enough for me and I know you donāt deserve my time and I know you donāt think about me at all and I shouldnāt be thinking about you either. But I go out with him and I wonder what youād be saying if you were sitting across from me instead. And I hate that I let you still have that power.
For real
āi just want to scream until the ache is gone.ā
ā 10 for the breathless (via imperiallefty)
Nothing.
Nothing at allšš
āAt least when somebodyās suffocating, you can tell: you see their faces turn blue, their lips quiver, their eyes buck, and their throats jerk. But when a man is mentally packing his bags the suitcase is never out until heās already standing on the other side of the door.ā
ā Kalisha Buckhanon, Conception (via books-n-quotes)
For real
Even though it frustrates me, I understand why healthy people try to say that theyāre sore too when I mention my chronic pain. Theyāre trying to empathize. But they canāt. They have no way of knowing what it feels like to be in such pain every day.
You canāt compare a paper cut to a battle wound.
Extraordinary thingsā
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