The worst type of crying wasn’t the kind everyone could see—the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived. Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits (via quotethat)

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barack-obottm:

when your science teacher hands you back a bad test grade

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safeguards:

my thoughts are tomatoes i cannot fathom into ketchup

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