welcome to my life

I want to get hurt. A car accident, anything. I want to get injured enough to wind up in a hospital, just to see if anyone would come to make sure I’m okay. And I’d pretend to be sleeping or dying so in case anyone actually did come, they would sit at the edge of my bed, crying, and tell me everything. I want to hear everything they’ve ever thought of me, how they really feel, if they’re sorry for anything. I just want to know the truth. And I want to know who truly cares about me.

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guys i find attractive

There’s going to come a day when we’ve all grown up, had a career, maybe got married and had kids, when were all going about our daily routine. Maybe you’re driving to work with the car radio on, or you’re making dinner with the tv on in the lounge. Life as usual, and then we hear a name. It’s the name of the person you had a blog dedicated to when you were 16. The person you had posters of up on your bedroom wall, or as your desktop background. The person off that show you used to watch every week, as soon as it came out, or that band you used to love. The person from the cast of a movie that changed your life, or the character who you scrolled through page after page of fanfiction of. You haven’t heard that name in a long time, and it brings everything back. And then the name is followed by three words you thought you’d never hear. Has Passed Away. And then you put down the potato peeler and lean back against your kitchen bench, or you pull over to the side of the road, and tears are streaming down your face. And all over the world, there are people who used to be just like you, with tears marking their cheeks and sobs forcing their way out of their throat, because they remember. Because fandoms never really die out. We never really move on. We never really forget.

rosiedoll:

let-us-dream-forever:

showmeimnotinvisible:

shoutinghellyes:

losingkintrol:

arainbowmadeoflove:

oh-my-peeta:

princess-of-slytherin:

hogwarts-isreal:

pernillo:

iamnotjustapieceintheirgames:

timelordy-teganbreann:

I’m actually crying.

go on without me.

WHY WOULD YOU POST THIS?!
 

I’m seriously crying. </3

WHY DID YOU DO THAT ASDFJGD

KDHFLSDHFLDJG

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I’m not Tumblr famous.

• Getting asks isn’t a regular thing, I still smile when I see Messages (1).
• People don’t reblog me ASAP. Sure, I get reblogged 20 or 30 notes, if I’m lucky.
• I don’t get asked for pictures of me.
• People don’t ask me for requests.
• I don’t have alot to offer.
• most of my blog is 99.9% reblogs
  
• i LOVE every little follower of mine 

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