Sometimes dying and donating all my organs to someone who needs them and who’ll use them to make something of their life seems like a much better idea than living.
I think this a lot
When people ignore your texts and 3 days later text you asking how you are. Then if you don’t reply straight away ask ‘are you alive?’ I wish I wasn’t.
i fucking hate how i get attached so easily like i don’t understand. i meet someone new, find interest and BAM it’s like i can’t stop thinking about it. this needs to fucking stop
Foggy Britain, from 1928 to 1952. (x)
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