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How do you tell people? How do you tell them that you’re exhausted even though you slept for 10 hours? How do you tell them that you need a break from talking and smiling and simply being near them? How do you tell them that although you love them, you so desperately need to be alone tonight?
Midnight thoughts (I’m burnt out)
(via stories-of-my-scars)
me: i cant move, a cute animal is asleep on me
person: push it off
me: [enraged and offended]
(via i-peed-so-hard-i-laughed)
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Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.
Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine (via c-oquetry)
(via i-dont-wanna-be-heree)
