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supp. i'm rachel.
my advice is to fuck society and do what makes you happy
a little about me: i practically go psycho over things i tend to mess up. i give into bad situations way too easily. i'm an awful arguier. im obsessed with volleyball i'd give up anything to see a concert. and i hate high school
peace, love you bums <3
I remember my trip two years ago, to San Francisco. I took a cab to this bridge while my sister was on a conference call.
I stood there for about two hours, looking down, people watching, and wondering how far down the water was.
A girl sat next to me, and asked me, “You’re not going to jump„ are you?”
I smiled and reassured her I wasn’t. That I was just a tourist.
She then said, “You look a lot like my sister. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. But I had to ask, can I hug you? You just look so much like her.”
I felt awkward at first, but then I realized. “She jumped?”
This girl’s face just crumpled, and she started crying. I hugged her, without a second thought, and for some reason I apologized. Not sure what else I could say.
She goes, “Those were the last words she ever spoke to me.”
And I will never forget this girl, her name was Ariana.
(Source: fuckfuckfuck-, via colderthanmyhe4rt)