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thisishardcorefest:

Bold - “You’re The Friend I Don’t Need”

"Try to pretend that you don’t
see, look away as you walk on
by me. I tried to laugh at your
little game, fair weather friend,
now I know your name.”

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Too many young girls don’t know how to act when someone’s being inappropriate with them. They giggle or they try to brush it off. Don’t do that. Tell them to go fuck themselves - be a bitch. If someone’s being disrespectful to you, be disrespectful right back. Show them the same amount of respect that they show you.
— Wise words from my mom  (via minuty)
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guyfsmiley:

thanks to this post for finding the song, but here now you can play it on tumblr.

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There are two versions of me in my head.
The one that cares too much
And the one who can’t bring herself to care.
The one that is afraid to make mistakes,
who wants to please everyone.
And the one who doesn’t want to try,
who has given up on everything.
These two sides are at war,
Anxiety versus depression.
Depression stays in bed while
anxiety brings the fear of failure
in not getting up.
Anxiety runs to her friends so
they don’t abandon her while
depression wants to stay home
and make no effort.
Neither side is winning.
I am trapped between
two extremes.
Two voices in my head,
two paths I could take
in every situation.
I am deafened by
the roaring of these warriors.
Vicious and radical
waiting to make me their own.
But I am pulling away and up
instead of left or right.
Neither side can take me for
they will only bring my downfall.
So I claw my way forward though
they have their hooks embedded in me.
I will bleed to reach my salvation.
I must fight to become the
only version of me.
— W.V.L. (via wordsverseandlies)
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That’s the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it’s impossible to ever see the end.
— Elizabeth Wurtzel (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
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