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"You couldn’t just pick and choose at will when someone depended on you, or loved you. It wasn’t like a light switch, easy to turn on or off. If you were in, you were in. Out, you were out."
- Sarah Dessen, Along for the Ride (via hqlines)
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'just you and me against the world' more like 'just you and me against a wall' am i right

(Source: nosherlock, via just-a-scratch-just-a-scar)

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"Picture this:
you’re standing at the
tongue-tip edge of
wherever you are,
whatever this is,
and from here
you can almost see
everything.
Lovers waking up
next to each other,
a child discovering art
with her hands,
a lonely park bench finding
company in a weathered man,
the sun whispering
light through windows.
Picture this:
you’re standing at the
edge of the shore
with every wave crashing at your feet,
with every breath in your lungs
exhaling you alive,
and you look around,
and isn’t it beautiful?
My God,
it’s beautiful."
- A.Y // it’s not so bad, after all (via 2wentysixletters)

(via pain-filled-memories)

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"

Dear every person who says that a mental illness is not
a valid reason for not being able to attend school normally,

Say that to the counselor, the school nurse, the paramedics,
and the friend who walked me to the office on the day of my overdose.
Say that to the kids who saw me sleep through first and second period.
Say that to the boy who sleeps in every class.

Tell that to my teacher who had to talk me out
of suicide on a school night.
Tell that to my bio teacher who saw
me break down during a suicide prevention assembly.
Tell that to the housemates who have heard
me call the suicide hotlines.
Tell that to my freshman English teacher who tells
me I look so alive now in comparison to
how dead I looked freshman year.

Say that to any friend who has had to talk me out of suicide.
Say that to any friend who has had to calm me down
after an anxiety attack.
Say that to every friend and follower that has
come to me with thoughts of suicide.

Tell that to the kids who have failing grades because
they can’t focus, the ones who can’t make it through
a school night without having an anxiety attack,
the kids who sleep right when they get home and
straight on until morning, the ones who
have more breakdowns a day than meals a day,
the ones who have spent more time staring
at hospital walls than school hallways.

Tell that to the kids who cry every night.

Tell that to the teenagers in psychiatric wards and treatment centers.
Tell that to the family of someone who has just committed suicide.

Tell them that school is more important than their sanity.

"
- 5:58 p.m. (An open letter to ignorance)

(Source: angryasianfeminist, via pain-filled-memories)

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