05.13.12 @ 12:10♥1147

I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.

05.13.12 @ 11:50♥9

There still might be a place for us. Somewhere.

05.13.12 @ 11:48

I’m really cracking. No, I’m beyond cracking, I’m shattered. I’m lost. I’m fragmented. Everyone belongs, knows where they’re going but me.

~   Beatrice Sparks

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