August 2011
14 posts
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Aug 19th
67,490 notes
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May 27th
“He told me I was pretty and he made me believe it.” I know this feeling all too well.  I don’t want to feel anything anymore.  I just feel used. Like people can take what they want from me. They take what they need and leave the rest of me behind. Each person comes along and takes another piece. Eventually, I’ll be reduced to nothing.  … There goes another piece...
Aug 13th
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Aug 11th
238 notes
5 tags
Aug 11th
427 notes
13 tags
Aug 10th
5,376 notes
7 tags
Aug 10th
681 notes
Aug 8th
71,543 notes
1 tag
Aug 8th
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Aug 8th
37,975 notes
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Aug 7th
8,315 notes
4 tags
Aug 5th
1,625 notes
3 tags
Aug 3rd
1 note
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Aug 3rd
5,028 notes
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Aug 2nd
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