It took many years of vomiting up all the filth I’d been taught about myself, and half-believed, before I was able to walk on this earth as though I had a right to be here.



*friend sees me drunk and leaning on the wall*
friend: you good?
*i look up slowly*
me: are YOU GOOD?! shit im just chillin




I thought you would of been the one that would never hurt me butt istead you killed me



One day I just woke up and realized that I can’t touch yesterday. So why the heck was I letting it touch me?
Steve Maraboli  (via terrible)

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