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Sometimes I fell asleep with my pillow being wet from tears. Sometimes I fell asleep with blood in my sheets because I thought that was the way to survive.

R.R.

“it’s necessary for me sometimes just to be alone and quiet and doing nothing.”

— Charles Bukowski, The Night Torn Mad With Footsteps (via wordsnquotes)

Fuck this. Fuck this post so much Do not tell me your best friend would not sit at your lunch table for three fucking days just staring blankly at your old seat wishing that you were there to fill the space with laughter.

Do not tell me your younger brother would not break down in the middle of class because you guys started talking about your favorite type of subject in school.

Do not tell me your mother would not stare into the mirror with trembling lips wishing she could be bringing you home from the hospital rather than having to escort you away in a casket to the nearest graveyard.

Do not tell me your father would not begin working the night shifts to distract himself of the silence at home because you’re not up until the ungodly hours of the night talking to what’s-his/her-face on the phone because you guys are so in love.

Do not tell me your boyfriend/girlfriend would not go into your room and put on the last hoodie you wore trying to desperately imprint your scent onto their skin so they never forget your smell.

Do not tell me your friends would not stare blankly at the gymnasium wall after the principal has announced your death to the entire school making no sound trying to convince themselves this is just another one of your impractical jokes.

Do NOT fucking TELL ME this bullshit line of how the stars would still appear the sun would still come out the earth would still rotate and the seasons will still change because without YOU you lil beautiful piece of human being none of these people will want ANY of that to happen

Naomi Campbell, Vogue, Photo by Peter Lindbergh, June 1990.