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~Gracie's World~
~Gracie's World~
I’m saying that I’m a moody, insecure, narrow-minded, jealous, borderline homicidal bitch, and I want you to promise me that you’re okay with that, because it’s who I am, and you’re what I need.
Jeaniene Frost, Halfway to the Grave (via feellng)

Me on steroids..

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
Emily Dickinson (via feellng)
Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.
Arthur C. Clarke (via feellng)

Nature/Love/quotes

So, I was on Facebook and saw that my last ex was tagged in something in my newsfeed. Guess he unblocked me. It’s a strange, almost comforting feeling. It’s funny cuz I don’t think of him often, but a song I heard this morning flooded my head with memories of last year with him. It’s as if I was living a completely different life then.

I’m so glad I got over him so quickly because we weren’t good for one another. It’s not that I miss him now either, it just sucked being with someone through the most difficult part of my life and then having him completely gone. Only a handful of people have seen me at my worst, but he was number one. He was God-awful at comforting me then, but he did believe in and encourage me to be a better person every day. For that, I will always be thankful.

Thinking something does not make it true. Wanting something does not make it real.
Michelle Hodkin, The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer (via larmoyante)

Me trying to be mean to someone.

Someone on my Snapchat feed has a story that’s about 500 seconds. Just no.

feelingsanti:

i’m not like other girls

i was born with glass bones and paper skin

every morning i break my legs, and every afternoon i break my arms

at night, i lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep

human:

petition to have That’s So Raven added to Netflix 

burgerking:

Hello beautiful.

burgerking:

Hello beautiful.

Sometimes, I sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart, and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am.
Christopher Poindexter (via cuntryside)

gynocieum:

I’m worried