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My names Erika, I'm in high school. I am sixteen, going on seventeen. life's soaring, and I need to touch my feet on the ground at least once. I fear of becoming an adult with no dreams.
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Why you gotta throw me around like a rag doll?
You can toss me up, You can toss me up
I’ve be sitting back keeping quiet for too long
You can touch me now, You can touch me now
Why you gotta throw me around like a rag doll?
You can toss me up, You can toss me up
You just wanna use me up til’ I’m all gone
That’s not me at all, Thats not me at all, Hey
Won’t try so hard
You can’t admit
Open my heart
You never come in
Cant find my way
Through your maze
And in my mouth you put the very bad taste
Your love must be tainted
If its how you paint it
You don’t know what you’re in for
You’re so rotten to the core
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Ragdoll- Ashlee Simpson
damn you for making such catchy songs.
I need to get out of here but I have nowhere to go.
It would be so easy to just call you and you would come running to me. But I don’t want to do that to us anymore. I have been straining our relationship, and I don’t feel what you feel. I’m the highlight of your day, but now your the low light of mine. I only talk to you when I feel that no one else can make it better. I can’t give you what you want when your not what I want.
"It’s like all my life everyone has always told me you’re a shoe, you’re a shoe, you’re a shoe, you’re a shoe. And yesterday I just stopped and I said, what if I don’t want to be a shoe? What if I want to be a purse, or a hat."
— Rachel; Friends 1x01 - “The Pilot” (1994) (via justanotherprettylie) (via thereal1990s) (via christinels)
I know you do.
It’s not that you don’t love me, because I know you do. I am the wind in the twilight night sky that pushes you into your tasks, and gets you through the night. I am your pillow which softens the blow when you get home drunk and disorderly, and in which you share your dreams with. I am the sweater that sticks to your skin and tries to isolate the heat and the hatrid from leaving your body. I am trying to protect you. It’s not that you don’t love me, because I know you do.
"In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my depression. … I loved it because I thought it was all I had. I thought depression was the part of my character that made me worthwhile. I thought so little of myself, felt that I had such scant offerings to give to the world, that the one thing that justified my existence at all was my agony."
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Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation (via drunkenbutterfly) (via funeral) (via durian) (via questforyou)
IN A NUTSHELL.
Loneliness is the only thing I've been feeling these last couple weeks.
I need to get myself a blow-up doll or something.
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