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truthintranslation:

The 17 year old student who sacrificed his life for his classmate on the South Korean ferry accident yesterday by giving up his life jacket . He was the president of the high school that was heading on a four day trip to Jeju Island. Today is his birthday. Why do things have to happen like this. Happy birthday and RIP, angel. #jungchawoong #정찰웅 #tooyoung #toosudden #rip

truthintranslation:

The 17 year old student who sacrificed his life for his classmate on the South Korean ferry accident yesterday by giving up his life jacket . He was the president of the high school that was heading on a four day trip to Jeju Island. Today is his birthday. Why do things have to happen like this. Happy birthday and RIP, angel. #jungchawoong #정찰웅 #tooyoung #toosudden #rip

When someone won’t let you in, eventually you stop knocking.

Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children
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So you attempt to hide your loneliness in public, to behave, in fact, as though you have too many friends already, and thus you hope to attract people who will unwittingly save you. But it never works that way. Your condition is written all over your face, in the hunch of your shoulders, in the hollowness of your laugh. You fool no one.

Believe me in this; I’ve tried all the tricks of the lonely man.

David Marusek (via perfect)

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lalnascastle:

IF YOU DONT GET EXCITED OVER NATURE THEN WHAT DO YOU EVEN GET EXCITED ABOUT

I NEED TO VISIT ALL OF THESE

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I’m damaged and alone. Everything I touch turns to shit.

10 word story" series - #32 (via unpoeticheartbreak)

I wonder if killing yourself is the only thing you can control in your entire life, and that’s why it’s a sin. Because you’re beating God at his own game.

Gray by Pete Wentz  (via spoookyghosts)

I think about this a lot

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The worst thing about falling to pieces is that humans can do it so quietly.

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I will always love the false image I had of you.

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It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.

Charles Bukowski, Pulp (via suicide-is-my-father)

Sometimes you have to forget what you feel, and remember what you deserve.

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