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You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.

Apologize for mistakes. Apologize for unintentionally hurting someone — profusely. But don’t apologize for being who you are.

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Danielle Laporte (via avvfvl)

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If someone cheats on you they do not love you, remember that. If someone cheats on you they do not care about you as much as they say they do. If someone cheats on you it means that for a split second you were off their mind long enough for them to put another person in arms that should only be for you. If someone cheats on you, dear god, I hope you don’t go back to them because you are worth so much more than that.

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True Story

It was early Sunday morning, about 2:40am. Mariam had recently settled in to her new apartment, up on the 46th floor of the lavish building that had a bad reputation, and a beautiful view. Aara had come over from a city over to stay the night. Aara being the adventurous character she was, wanted to go out for a night walk. After an entire hour of convincing Mariam finally gave in. The girls pulled over their hoodies and got ready to head out.
“Hey Mariam; what’s this bad reputation everyone keeps talking about?”
“Haha, well it’s kind of funny but this building is well known for being the escort service hotspot. People tend to rent out these apartments for them”
The girls had a good laugh about the rumors on their way out the door, and down the hall.
“So have you seen any of these escorts in person?”
“Not really, but then again I tend to assume every girl with a nicer body than mine is one”
The elevator ring went off. And the farthest left of the 3, swooshed open faster than usual. The girls thought nothing of it, and got in. As the door started to close, they noticed the screen and lights begin to flicker. They looked at each other and Mariam stuck her foot in the door and it slowly slid back open.
“I think there’s something wrong with this one. Let’s grab the next one”
Mariam nodded in agreement and stepped out with Aara. The door slid closed and they both waited for the next elevator. A couple minutes later
The same one swooshed open. With aggressively flickering lights.
“I’m going to call security and let them know something funky is going on with this elevator”
“let’s try using the stairs to a flight down and getting an elevator from there instead?” Mariam agreed and they made their way down a flight. As Aara pulled on the knob for floor 45, it was locked. They both agreed to go one lower, hoping it would take them farther away from the malfunctioning elevator.
Mariam had finally gotten through to security, a man picked up.
“Hello, security. I’m calling from suite 4601, there’s something wrong with the far left elevator for the elevators from floor 30 to 50-” the phone cut off. Mariam checked her reception and it was on full.
“Try calling again”
“Yeah, that’s weird though”
They checked the door for floor 44 and it opened. They went down the hall for the elevators.
“That’s weird, those doors are never usually locked”
They pushed the button to call on an elevator and once again the one on the farthest left swooshed open. It was dark. The lights had went out. By this time Mariam had gotten through to security again. It was a different raspier voice this time, a woman.
“Hello, security desk”
“Hi, there’s uh, uhm, a problem with the far left elevator for the high- higher floors”
“We are aware of the problem. It’s still safe to use, just use the keypad to operate”
“Okay, uh, thank-thankyou”
The concern in Mariams voice was clear. Aara however, thought nothing of it and pressed the button again. This time the lights were back on. Flickered for a second. And what they saw next would make this; the worst night of their lives.
When the lights flickered back on, the elevator wasn’t empty. There was a girl, about 18 in a floral sundress, with makeup running down her cheeks and blood streaming down her legs. Bruises on her arm, and her long brown hair tousled in a mess.
Mariam took a step back and darted back for the stairs. Aara took a second longer worried that the girl needed help. But when the light flickered again, the girl was gone. Following Mariam, Aara ran too. They both ran up the steps to floor 46, but it was locked.
“For- forty- forty- Forty Five!” Yelled Mariam. They both ran down a flight of stairs noticing the staircase lights dimming. The door was unlocked this time. They darted down the hall to 4501 since that was the only person Mariam knew from that floor.
Aara stopped abruptly in the middle of the hallway. The floor was soggy where she was standing. 4508 had a slightly open door. And was wet, there was blood on the bottom edges of the door.
With Mariam frantically banging on 4501, Aara steps to take a closer look at 4508.
“Mariam call security again! Call 911!!!”
Aara slowly kicked the door open; the apartment was dark. 2 couches, and a tripod, sitting in the centre. There was a camera lying on one of the couches. Aara grabbed it and security was on their way.
Upon investigation a body was recovered. A woman brunette about late teens, had committed suicide.
Aara had a curious personality hence the camera. However, she had placed it back in the corner she found it before the police had showed up.
It was Sunday morning around 6:24am, and Aara could not stop thinking about what she had seen. She wanted to know what happened. And wasn’t convinced that it was suicide. And who the girl in the elevator was.
When Aara rolled over, a couple hours later; there was a tape. Lying next to her bed. She slid the tape into the dusty old VCR and tentatively hit play. What she saw next had her reeling in horror, sstruggling her sudden severe urge to vomit violently. It was nicki minaj’s “anaconda” - the fart remix. Aara wish fervently that she could unsee this ungodly video but alas it was forever burnt into her minds eye. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she realized she would never again be the same.

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"I hope I creep into your thoughts from time to time, to get you back for all the nights you haunted mine."

Me (via dmndquality)

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"Don’t sacrifice yourself too much, because if you sacrifice too much there’s nothing else you can give and nobody will care for you."

― Karl Lagerfeld (via psych-quotes)

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