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I hope one day, I cross your mind. I hope you turn on the radio and you hear an old song that I showed you. I hope you’re walking down the street and someone’s wearing a blue dress, just like the one I did, on our very first date. I hope you smell my perfume, off another girl when you pass by her in the grocery store. I don’t know when it’ll be but when it does, I hope it hits you like a ton of fucking bricks. I hope you stop whatever it is you’re doing, and you pull out your phone. I hope you start to type about how you miss me and the way I would make you my first priority. I hope you write about how I would bring you flowers just to see you smile, or how I would stay up all night with you on the phone, when you were upset about the stupidest little things. I hope you remember all the little things I did and how much I went out of my way to make sure you were always okay. I hope when you’re sitting wherever you are and you’re about to hit send, you erase it. I hope that in that moment when you’re at your weakest, you realize that I’m at my strongest. And I no longer give a damn about how you think or what you feel. I hope it breaks you like you once broke me.

EY (via latelycravingmore)

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You’re born with a ton of fucks to give, so you spend them like a kid with a credit card. You give fucks about your friends, about your grades, about your fashion sense, about strangers’ opinions. You give way too many fucks about way too many things. You have so many. Then, as you get older, you have maybe 10 fucks per month, so you learn to budget them. You allocate fucks to family and career, but there aren’t enough fucks to give to the newest fads. Oh, someone at work has something they need my help with that’s outside my job title? I’ll do my best to allocate some fucks, but this month is pretty tight. Then, as you get even older, you’re down to 1-2 fucks per month, and those fucks are pretty damn precious. You give them to your family and your hobbies and your job, and that’s kinda it. It’s not your fault – fucks expire too quickly. I would’ve liked to save my fucks from when I was younger but I can’t. Then, you hit fuck insolvency. You’re getting like 1 fuck a year, and you have to make it last. So you go without, and even previously fuck-worthy things, you just can’t give a fuck. Some people run out really quickly, Some people have a fuck trust fund that pays out a decent amount even into old age. But at some point, the fuck faucet runs completely dry and you’re out of fucks to give. It’s just basic Fuckonomics.

Unknown English Teacher (via queensummit)

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You know those moments when you just miss them? You go looking for a picture or maybe even a text message you forgot to delete. Just to remind yourself that at one point you did matter to them. That it wasn’t all a lie. That for even just a moment you were all they thought about.

Excerpt from a book I will never write #972 // @lesliestephaniee (via excerptsofstories)

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You would be surprised of how heartless I can become.

(via luminousi)

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YOU KNOW WHAT HURTS THE MOST

CAL IS AN EXTREMELY POWERFUL SILVER AND WE CONSTANTLY SEE HIM OVERPOWERING OTHERS AND IS ABLE TO WORK WITH MARE TO GET THEM OUT OF SITUATIONS A LOT WHEN THINGS GO TO SHIT

AND OBVIOUSLY CAL AND MARE HAVE A VERY CLOSE RELATIONSHIP and basically unspoken boyfriend/girlfriend (exhibit A: him being that person that brings Mare down when she starts losing control)

AND AT THE END OF GLASS SWORD, WHEN EVERYTHING IS GOING TO SHIT, KILORN SCREAMS TO CAL TO STOP MARE BECAUSE HE KNOWS IF ANYONE COULD STOP/HELP MARE, IT’S CAL

BUT FOR ONCE, CAL CAN’T. HE’S NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO HELP HER NO MATTER HOW HARD HE TRIES (and damn does he try hard with repeatedly melting the metal encasing him)

and imagine how terrible Cal feels knowing that for once, he wasn’t strong enough

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Secrets don’t stay secret here.

Red Queen by Victoria Aveyard (via thecatandthekindle)

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“You said home is where the heart is, but her heart is in the wrong place”

-you don’t have to go (via nikebbby)

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