being here is fucking me up again. i honestly think i dont have anything to complain about yet i still do. i think no matter where you put me it will always be like this. i would always have this unsatisfied feeling. this numbing fake happiness spreading to every little part of my body convincing me i am happy. i am not a whole person. maybe thats the point of being human. that you would never be perfect. when i was born i was already not quite whole but this kind of living just kinda keeps tearing me up more and more. i wish i could say bye but i know i don’t mean it. what can i do save me from this world

jobhaver:

you: that is a nice ass shirt

me: thank you but, to be honest, its called “pants” and not an “ass shirt”

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Maurizio Cattelan - Toiletpaper Magazine
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"The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person’s soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack."

— Keith Miller (via exoticwild)

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"Fall in love with someone that doesn’t make you think love is hard"

— (via internetair)