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Distance is a bitch. Thinking about touching you doesn’t hold a candle to the feeling of your lips on every square inch of my frame. There’s an empty side of the bed where you should be sleeping, and I’m freezing here without you.

I don’t think that little city knows how goddamn lucky it really is.

I miss you | S.B. (via fallinlovewithapoet)








Please reblog if you know anyone who might take party drugs.

I’m not an emt yet, but everytime I see someone do drugs, I just hope they’re smart enough to remember these points.

As an nurse with ER experience, same thing. Dear God please just tell us what you took. I will not tell anyone from law enforcement or your parents or whoever, I just need to know so I can save your life. Please.

you know doctor patient confidentiality? yeah that extends to EMT’s as well so basically unless you murdered somebody when they pick you up they aren’t going to tell the police because its not their responsibility to do that only if you turn up with giant stab wounds and full of lead will they call the police cause its obvious something serious has happened to you and not just some misguided judgements also it stops you getting the wrong treatment and possibly dying or becoming worse off in the waiting room of A&E.

This^ All of it.

Please all read

Fully agree. Took a bunch of shit in a suicide attempt last year, I remember what it was and what I took but I was so horrified of getting in trouble I said I didn’t know so they were saying I had to get my stomach pumped to find out. I finally fessed up, the emt guy wrote it all down and kept comforting me.

I am a dragon with eyes of ice and breath of fire. I can birth flowers with my song and destroy cities with my scream. I have the power of wickedness that I choose not to use. So beware, young peasants, for it is not I who has much to lose.
Lully Lace (Ashley Kellogg)
Spend your free time the way you like, not the way you think you’re supposed to. Stay home on New Year’s Eve if that’s what makes you happy. Skip the committee meeting. Cross the street to avoid making aimless chitchat with random acquaintances. Read. Cook. Run. Write a story.
Susan Cain, Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking  (via c-oquetry)

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5 Things They Don’t Teach you in Highschool:

1) You’re going to leave the house at 2AM, 16 with nothing in your pockets but 50 bucks and a bus ticket. It won’t feel real. You’re going to think you’re leaving, but you aren’t going anywhere.

2) Swallow your fucking pride and go back inside. Lock your bedroom door, put your hands over your ears, bring your knees to your chest and when you’re ready, let your walls disintegrate and the sadness flood in, because baby I promise you, you’ll feel better if you just let yourself drown. Even if it’s the third goddamn time that week.

3) He’s going to taste like Newports, Trident spearmint and desperation. You’re going to taste like Lime-a-Rita’s and anxiety. You will tell yourself you need this. But you don’t. I promise you. You don’t. You don’t.

4) You’re going to have girlfriends who fall for boys who treat them like absolute shit. Do not learn from them. If a boy calls you a bitch, spit in his face and leave.

5) Do it even if it’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. Even if you’re still convinced that he was hiding galaxies beneath his skin. Because baby I promise you, he was the always dark night sky and you were always the full moon. No question bout’ it.

Abbie Nielsen (via olivia-ross)

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