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Irene. 18. Concerts, music, and arts are my vices. I like cheese and coffee. cwazy hipster(s)

methvevo:

should i message them again or am i just being really clingy and annoying: a life story by me

(Source: fajitastic, via borderline-disaster)

zackisontumblr:

i have 3 moods:

  • skips every song on my ipod
  • lets the music play without interruption
  • plays the same song on repeat for days

(via cescaddicted)

jetbag:

one time i actually thought i had a chance with someone 

(via cescaddicted)

2boys1cup:

true love is when you buy the hard copy of an album even though you’ve already illegally downloaded it

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15. April 2014

I wish I could be honest with you and tell you everything, not just my secrets and things but other things real friends do. For example, when you hurt my feelings about something really personal; I prefer to shut my mouth and not talk than to tell you what you’ve done wrong.

Our friendship was great, not the best but it was still the best. Now, we barely talk at school let alone after! When we do talk we either fight/argue over stuff or we get along very well. In person, one day you treat me like shit and the other your the nicest friend ever. What happened to consistency? Where did our wonderful friendship go?

All I do is cry because we are separating soon, the stupid arguments we have, the constant fear of annoying you, the distance between us, everything. Each day breaks my heart even more because no matter what we try to do to fix things, the end is near and I’m not ready to say goodbye to you.

You are the greatest friend I have ever had, kind, listening, patient, etc. Sadly, you have grown tired of me and that’s understandable. It shatters me to pieces inside that soon we will be nothing.

I continue to cry over the fact that I’ll never be as important to you as you are to me, I revolve my life around you. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I prefer to die than to loose my best friend, again.

God it hurts me so much, like no other crying I’ve ever done, no other pain in my chest, no other length of loosing my breath, this hurts like never before. 

You used to calm me down when I had a panic attack, now you are my panic attack. Every time I see you, I can’t help but worry that it’ll be the last time we’ll be friends. Every thing in my life revolves around you and it’s seriously insane.

I guess the point of this is that it sucks to see a beautiful thing be destroyed by the people who created it. It sucks to admit defeat.