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Happiness is a lie.

Death the only truth.

The worst type of crying is when you are lying in bed, hands over your mouth. Your face scrunches up and you let out that first gasp. The tears are running down your face onto your pillow and you cry and cry so much that you can’t breathe. You ask whoever’s up there, “Why? Why me?” You sob, trying to gasp breaths in between without being loud. You have one hand on your heart and the other on your stomach because they both hurt. Eventually the tears stop flowing and you are left laying there, numb.

— The worst type of crying (via dead-and-scarred)

Does anyone else lie in bed at 2:30am filled with the crippling fear that they’re never going to accomplish anything in life and fail miserably or is that just me

castielismycherrypie:

dubsexplicit:

wet—kitty:

no one will ever understand the deep fucking connection I have with this film

For real though

Ok guys I need to talk about this movie.

The Breakfast Club came out in 1985 and to this day is, in my opinion, one of the greatest damn movies ever to barely even have a script.

During the famous “dance” scene, Molly Ringwald, who played the “princess” Claire, was supposed to a small little dance by herself, but she was shy so all of them did some dancing together, creating one of the most famous film scene’s to date. It was improvised.

During the scene in the film where the characters sat down and told why they were there, there was NO SCRIPT. John Hughes told the cast to sit there and improvise why they thought their characters were there, creating that heart wrenching scene everyone could relate to.

EVERYONE can relate to this movie and thats the best damn thing. 

On March 24, 1984, five students entered a detention room thinking it was just another Saturday. Before the day was over, they broke the rules, bared their souls, and touched each other in a way they never dreamed possible.

EVERYONE IN THE WORLD NEEDS TO SEE THE BREAKFAST CLUB.


Everyone has a 2am and a 2pm personality. I’m more interested in the monster you become at 2am rather than the human being you pretend to be at 2pm.
My problem is that every night I have to fight the same battle against myself. And some nights I lose.

— (68/365) by (KJ)


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stoleyogirl:

I don’t care if this isn’t your blog type, if you don’t reblog this I’m judg-

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