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I am a constantly anxious, complicated girl that you really do not want to get to know. i like good books, thunderstorms and coffee.
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Ich dreh eine Kippe um und hoffe, dass sie Glück bringt
Mein Kopf wird wieder laut, also mach ich Nächte lauter
Städte werden hässlich, wenn ich sie einmal durchschaut hab
Wird etwas zu ernst muss ich gehen
Ich bekomme öfters Fern- als Heimweh
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My heart is the graveyard of my concealed feelings, for you. It is engraved with wounds; flooded with tears.
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sex is cool but can you stick around and not give up on me
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seven minutes in hell where you beat the shit out of each other. in a closet
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absolutely criminal how falling into bad habits is the easiest thing in the world while developing positive habits feels like fighting a literal war
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“There are things we don’t want to happen but have to accept; things we don’t want to know but have to learn; and people we can’t live without but have to let go.”
— Jennifer Jareau
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“He wasn’t afraid because she wasn’t the one, he was afraid because he knew with all of his heart that she was.”
— unknown
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“She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn’t see it in themselves.”
— J.K. Rowling, The Prisoner of Azkaba
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always get a large sized drink. you don’t know what life has in store
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“Some days I feel everything at once. Other days I feel nothing at all. I don’t know what’s worse: drowning beneath the waves or dying from the thirst.”
— The Idealist
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“Well, the rain had stopped but the pain was still there.”
— Charles Bukowski; Pulp
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