Lindsey
A world free of pronouns. A paragraph free of he’s or she’s, just simple names embedded into the sentences. Zero vague statements to fill the voids only truths to reveal hidden desires. Confessions splattered onto electronic pages with no fear of being judged. Somewhere out there, is there a world like so? “ I used to think I was the strangest person in the world, but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.
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"Letting go doesn’t mean that you don’t care about someone anymore. It’s just realizing that the only person you really have control over is yourself."

Deborah Reber, Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul (via beben-eleben)

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i cried

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So no one at my friend’s old high school is allowed to dress up for halloween anymore because one year this kid came to school on a bike wearing a red jumpsuit with tampons taped to him. He rode around the school telling people he was the menstrual cycle

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