My name is Lauren and I like things.
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Break a poet’s heart
So that the way
Sunlight reflects off of your hair
Can be immortalized.
Break a poet’s heart
So that it is impossible to forget
The dark hue of your eyes surrounded by swollen veins.
Break a poet’s heart
So that the sound of your laughter,
A substance as addictive as any drug,
Can be stored as a memory.
Break a poet’s heart
So that your voice
Replays in dreams
Perfectly preserved.
Break a poet’s heart
So that every pain you’ve inflicted
Minor or monumental
Can be molded into something
Beautiful. By 12:22am. Break. (via the-girl-who—lived)

And another thing. I hate it when I’m sad or depressed and everyone’s like, “Are you mad at me? Why aren’t you talking.” Like, not everything is about you. If I want to be sad, let me be sad. If I don’t feel lije talking, it’s fine. Deal with it.

Sometimes I wish I just didn’t have any friends. Trying to act happy all the time is fucking exhausting and when I’m not happy I’m told I’m ruining everyone else’s time. That’s bullshit. I can’t help how I feel.

I would give anything to make it so that you didn’t have cancer. I wish it were me instead. I wish I could fix it. I just wish I could do something. Anything. I seriously just want to die. If anything happens to you… I don’t even know. I can’t do it.

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trigger-happy-buttmunch:

so there’s a pigeon i used to pass by in my old neighborhood all the time and he was really fat because people would just toss him food and literally he sat in the middle of the sidewalk and people would just step over him, he wouldn’t even flinch. seriously you could sit down next to him and just feed him and he would be chill.
he was there every day and all us locals would affectionately refer to him as ‘lard-ass’

trigger-happy-buttmunch:

so there’s a pigeon i used to pass by in my old neighborhood all the time and he was really fat because people would just toss him food and literally he sat in the middle of the sidewalk and people would just step over him, he wouldn’t even flinch. seriously you could sit down next to him and just feed him and he would be chill.

he was there every day and all us locals would affectionately refer to him as ‘lard-ass’