Not ordinary, more like extraordinary

I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now: More words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me.
-Charlotte Green, You Say You Don’t Want A Boyfriend, But You Know That’s Not True (via krook)

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When I’m hurt, I shut down. I turn into a total sarcastic bitch. I shut off my emotions, and act indifferent towards everything even though it might be killing me inside.
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This is truly amazing

someday i’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me

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