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And if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones. ‘Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs. Setting fire to our insides for fun collecting names of the lovers that went wrong.
― Youth (via standbys)

i need to stop crying

i’m tired of my nightmares telling my future

i dont want to know anymore

please let it happen without a sickening precursor that leaves me paranoid for weeks

please let me have my sleep

i didnt think it would be this hard