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If you're feeling down, click this.
of you.
I’m Emma.
face. about. personal. writing. good things. notes to myself. writing blog. youtube.
"I was born into Bolivar's labyrinth, and so I must believe in the hope of Rabelais' Great Perhaps." • Message.
My heart isn't breaking down.
of you.
I’m Emma.
face. about. personal. writing. good things. notes to myself. writing blog. youtube.
"I was born into Bolivar's labyrinth, and so I must believe in the hope of Rabelais' Great Perhaps." • Message.
My heart isn't breaking down.
on the bright side i actually don’t give a fuck anymore. you had your chance and you fucked it up. i don’t need to be afraid of never finding that again. i don’t need to miss you and hope to god you mean it. i’m so fucking done with that and i mean it. it’s bittersweet because idk a part of me will always miss that and how you were then and everything we did but that doesn’t mean i have to miss you, or wish you were back. i mean, i miss concerts i go to and parties i’ve had and vacations from years ago, and now i can just add you to the list. because yes i’ll always miss you but i don’t need it back anymore. i’m so much happier now and it’s without you. and that feels so good. so fuck you and your fucking loneliness, i don’t need you anymore.
Boys Don’t Cry, 1999
On the right are the the two real people that the film centers around, on the left are their portrayals in the film. A tragic true story.
(Source: cinemahound, via jarrodmatthew)
