every single person you know has something in their life and past that is probably worth collapsing to the ground in an uncontrollably sobbing heap over, so be nice to each other and tell good jokes
(Source: ponchopeligroso, via artificial-fire)
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I automatically assume people won’t like me, so I don’t talk to them unless they approach me first. I can’t become a part of a crowd because I can’t get past that feeling that I don’t belong.
Stephanie Kuehnert, Ballads of Suburbia (via larmoyante)
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