“Nothing is real except the present, and already, I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Some girl a hundred years ago once lived as I do. And she is dead. I am the present, but I know I, too, will pass. The high moment, the burning flash, come and are gone, continuous quicksand. And I don’t want to die.”
— Sylvia Plath (via purplebuddhaproject)

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its kinda scary how your whole life depends on how well you do as a teenager 

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everything good makes you fat an addict or broke

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let’s play a game called “how much of this homework can i do in school tomorrow”

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Romancing with death


tripped and fell in my heelys jesus take the wheelys

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