I was blind, I was caged, I was trapped, and you left me to suffocate [ ]
 
I’d try to explain that it’s not really negativity or sadness anymore, it’s more just this detached, meaningless fog where you can’t feel anything about anything — even the things you love, even fun things — and you’re horribly bored and lonely. —Allie Brosh (via nowoo)

(Source: hellanne)


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I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better. —A Tree Grows in Brooklyn; Betty Smith  (via intricated)

(Source: allmymetaphors)


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