insecure & lonely

hi i'm ginny. idk what you want to know about me. i can be hyper so be prepared for that. if you're fun, ask for my kik bc i love new people.

prollyright:

napping together is my kind of date

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heartrate:

i found my journalinstagram @haydenwc2013, july;"final entry,she is home.”2014, january;"i ripped these poems out as rough as you ripped me from your life, i fucking hate how you keep the stars glowing and the oxygen flowing, i did it without even flinching don’t you dare tell me you never felt anything, don’t you fucking dare, i loved you more than the sea loved the shore and you tore me away like a gorgeous fucking drought."

heartrate:

i found my journal
instagram @haydenwc

2013, july;
"final entry,
she is home.”

2014, january;
"i ripped these poems out as rough as you ripped me from your life, i fucking hate how you keep the stars glowing and the oxygen flowing, i did it without even flinching don’t you dare tell me you never felt anything, don’t you fucking dare, i loved you more than the sea loved the shore and you tore me away like a gorgeous fucking drought."

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the-same-mistakess:

 

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jpgay:

the only people who call me cute live 7000 miles away

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“A woman is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her.”

—   Jonaida Estrada González, (x)

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“He is not a constellation.
You should not wish to be the cigarette touching his lips.
He will not appear through the fog and heal your wounds.
Only you can do that.
So get out of bed and put on some lipstick.
Stop falling at his feet.
Save yourself.”

pourontheglitter:

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pourontheglitter:

👏👏👏👏👏👏

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pararoses:

Does anyone else feel really guilty when they start talking about their own feelings and then immediately regret saying anything because you just feel so annoying and pathetic and ugh

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