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larrysnialler:

Hi. My name is Anoli. (like cannoli but without the c) I really need some help. So I met this girl, Korrina,  when I was admitted into a hospital during December of 2013 for suicidal tendencies. I’m not gonna say why she was there because she probably doesn’t want her really personal info online. Anyways, I don’t know if I would have gotten better if she wasn’t there. She was so funny and caring and she made me feel like people cared about me and I didn’t feel so alone with her there. So we exchanged numbers (we weren’t supposed to but we did anyways) so we could keep in contact when we were released. I went home before she did, but a few days later I got a text from her telling me she was out! But one day, in late January, she told me she was being admitted into another hospital. The thing is, these hospitals rarely ever EVER keep you in there for more than 8 to 10 days. So I don’t think she’s still there. So it had been a while since I heard from her. And she never texted back anymore. Then one day I was at school and it was lunch time. I decided to text her again. But it said “not delivered” as soon as I sent it. I called the number and it said that the phone number no longer existed. I thought, maybe she got a new number? But she would’ve texted me from her new number telling me she got a new phone. I don’t have any other info on her besides her disconnected phone number. I know for a fact that she has a blog on here somewhere. We talked about tumblr all the time. I could care less about the stupid fucking notes. I just need this to get around so that hopefully someone she follows will reblog it and she will see it. I just need to know she’s ok. I need her to see this and message me and tell me she’s alright. It’s killing me not knowing where and how she is doing. Please please help me and reblog this please.

larrysnialler:

Hi. My name is Anoli. (like cannoli but without the c) I really need some help. So I met this girl, Korrina, when I was admitted into a hospital during December of 2013 for suicidal tendencies. I’m not gonna say why she was there because she probably doesn’t want her really personal info online. Anyways, I don’t know if I would have gotten better if she wasn’t there. She was so funny and caring and she made me feel like people cared about me and I didn’t feel so alone with her there. So we exchanged numbers (we weren’t supposed to but we did anyways) so we could keep in contact when we were released. I went home before she did, but a few days later I got a text from her telling me she was out! But one day, in late January, she told me she was being admitted into another hospital. The thing is, these hospitals rarely ever EVER keep you in there for more than 8 to 10 days. So I don’t think she’s still there. So it had been a while since I heard from her. And she never texted back anymore. Then one day I was at school and it was lunch time. I decided to text her again. But it said “not delivered” as soon as I sent it. I called the number and it said that the phone number no longer existed. I thought, maybe she got a new number? But she would’ve texted me from her new number telling me she got a new phone. I don’t have any other info on her besides her disconnected phone number. I know for a fact that she has a blog on here somewhere. We talked about tumblr all the time. I could care less about the stupid fucking notes. I just need this to get around so that hopefully someone she follows will reblog it and she will see it. I just need to know she’s ok. I need her to see this and message me and tell me she’s alright. It’s killing me not knowing where and how she is doing. Please please help me and reblog this please.

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I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.