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But oh, the whole world is still on my string

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Fuck him. Get someone that wants you enough to give you a fucking text back. You know?
cafai - via fhume (via perfect)

franktwitchy:

ionicsky:

sunlightcomingthroughwindows:

It’s so hard to fall asleep at night. Every position I roll into, I know how you form around me but you’re not here to hold me. I miss you so fucking bad; there are universes, gardens, villages dying inside of me. I promised myself I would never get attached to someone like this. But you were so beautiful, so calming. When we touched, I could feel myself grow warm and I thought I would be okay. Now I’m laying between cold, wrinkled sheets and I can still taste you on the tip of my tongue saying, “I’ll miss you but we’ll be okay.” 

summer has begun but it’s a cold, long winter in my heart.

:(

tarcaryen:

destroy this new idea that a woman can’t be strong if she cries over a man she’s lost. destroy the idea that you have to be cold and emotionally detached in order to be a strong woman

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But sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes we are sad but we don’t really know we are sad. So we say we aren’t sad. But really we are.
Mark Haddon (via versteur)

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bloodjunkie-angelgroupie:

The best reaction to when someone is crying.

motivate-my-tongue:

too late.

^^

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Never allow loneliness to drive you into the arms of someone you know you don’t belong with.
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Be careful who you vent to.
Realest shit I’ve heard all morning. (via corivicious)

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asylum-art:

Laura Makrabresku: "The Two Sisters" 


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when i watch the clock strike 12,
sat up in my bed,
pen in my hand;
i have to write reminders
to myself
on the pages of my journal,
on the frame of my bed,
on the surface of my skin,
not to call you.

because i know
if i am awake to watch the clock strike 12
i will stay awake
and watch 1, 2, and 3, come and go.
and right around 4 am i know
i will fall apart.
i will ruin the pages of my journal with tears,
i will have collapsed on my bedroom floor;
the same sad songs ringing through my head,
bouncing off the walls,
echoing off of my emptiness.

my head will hurt,
my hands will shake,
and i will write over and over
“i don’t want to be here”

at 4 am as i fall apart
i know i will want nothing
but to hear your voice.
i will want nothing but to feel your arms holding me.
because i know that you can make me feel,
as though nothing is wrong.
you can mend my soul,
even if only temporarily.
you make me feel whole.

so it is now
at 12 am
that i have to remind myself;
when 4 am comes around,
i can’t call you.
because i can’t fall in love with you
again.


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