SafaBabiiee
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Joined: October 2, 2011
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Birthday: June 16
user id: 223046
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Joined: October 2, 2011
Last Seen: 7 years
Birthday: June 16
user id: 223046
Gender: F
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Hey there :)
My name's Safa.
I'm from London..
I don't really know what to write here tbh but ermm, follow me & i'll follow you back :D
That's all for now, bye♥.
Quotes by SafaBabiiee
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"How did you get so empty?"
"When people leave, they take a part of you with them. So many have left, and there's nothing left to take."
"Please don't be sad."
"Darling, you can't be sad when you're empty. You can't be anything."
(mo)
"How did you get so empty?"
"When people leave, they take a part of you with them. So many have left, and there's nothing left to take."
"Please don't be sad."
"Darling, you can't be sad when you're empty. You can't be anything."
(mo)
He
loved her, of course, but better than that, he chose her, day
after day.
Choice: that was the thing.
-Sherman
Alexie
"She's
sunny one minute, then she's pouring down
rain".
♥
She was beautiful,
But not like those girls in the magazines.
She was beautiful, for the way she thought.
She was beautiful, for that sparkle in here eyes
when she talked about something she loved.
She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile,
even if she was sad.
No, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks.
She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.
She's ruined.
Do you understand the difference?
With broken, maybe you can fix things.
Ruined? All you can do is wait to bury her.
Do you understand the difference?
With broken, maybe you can fix things.
Ruined? All you can do is wait to bury her.
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They left her alone with her thoughts and her thoughts ate
her alive..
nmf
Killed by her own thoughts..
nmf
"Where are these scars from?" She asked.
"They're battle wounds" I replied.
"Who were you battling?"
"Myself."
You wanna know why people cut? because it's a distraction. For one moment, you don't feel the pain. You don't feel the hurt. All you feel is the blade going into your skin. The blood dripping down your arm, your leg, your stomach. You don't think about how alone you are. You don't think about the way people talk about you behind your back. You don't think about the way your family are fighting or your friends hate you. All you think about is the blood. And the addicting part? Well that's when all the pain and hurt comes back. When the cut isn't fresh and you can feel the build up of all the loneliness and sadness inside you. So you have to do it again, but a little deeper so that the numbness will last a little longer. The pain inside you will be delayed a little longer. But as the pain on the inside gets worse and worse, you have to make the pain on the outside get worse and worse. It's all about control. You have it. You can't control the pain on the inside so you get to control it on the outside instead.