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Penny, 18, Germany, Aus dem Berge versetzten wurd ein Meer von Komplexen

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"You broke me while I was trying to fix myself."

- 1:04 pm (via thinferior)

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Auf welche Nachricht hoffst du jeden Tag?

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4rianagrande:

i hope u find someone that mindlessly plays with your hands and lightly strokes your legs and massages your back and plays with your hair and i hope that u feel like you’re home when u look at them

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fragile-skyy:

major-leaque:

when i say i hate school it doesn’t mean i hate education and knowledge. it means that i hate selfish and ignorant people there. it means that i hate stress and high expectations. it means that i hate being treated like a shit. it fucking means that i hate feeling like a failure all the time. 

THANK YOU!!!

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alvxandra:

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i’ve never seen something so accurate

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marcoereus:

I’m so tired of people telling me German is an “ugly, angry” language. When my German teacher tells us jokes it’s the sweetest, happiest language in the world. When I teach my father the word for daughter he smiles, repeating “Tochter” to himself until he gets it right, and in that moment German sounds like pride. There’s nothing angry or ugly about a language that never says goodbye, only “until we meet again.”

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badgorlbribri:

girlnah:

Trains are terribly depressing to me (i look soul-less, school’s been a drag)

angel

Oh my fucking god how can a human be so beautiful

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"Does anything hurt more than
missing someone?"

- Alena M. (via 400eurojob)

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"Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water. And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but nothing is infinite, not even loss. You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again."

- Finn Butler (via aurelle)

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