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• Ask me anything.— F. Scott Fitzgerald - The Great Gatsby (via foreverinwonderland)
(Source: han-solo-dolo, via lizzies-axe)
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I wish I just had a fucking friend or someone or anyone but really just a friend to talk to. But I don’t. And that sucks. And even if I did, I probably wouldn’t have anything to say.
I feel like I’m just going to explode into a million pieces and nobody seems to care.
And that’s my super depressing post for the night, I guess.
You can’t treat people like dirt and expect them to treat you like gold.
Life doesn’t work that way.
You get what you give, okay?