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Heath Ledger photographed by Ben Watts,

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How scary it is, the way love can ruin you.

Maxwell Diawuoh, Once A Day (02/06/2018) / Ten Word Story #26  (via maxwelldpoetry)

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Why should a relationship mean settling down? Wait out for someone who won’t let life escape you, who’ll challenge you and drive you toward your dreams. Someone spontaneous you can get lost in the world with. A relationship, with the right person, is a release not a restriction.

Beau Taplin • T h e  L i b e r a t i o n   (via afadthatlastsforever)

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Hanging Gardens, Ubud - Bali, Indonesia

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I feel sorry for you. I feel sorry for you because she loves you more than anything. She probably loved you more than most people ever did. She looked at you like you were the most amazing person ever. No matter what you did or what you said. She was always there for you, and supported you in all your dreams and your endeavors. She always believed in you. She was happy trying to make you happy. But I guess that just wasn’t enough for you. But one day it’ll hit you, maybe when you’re driving and her favorite song comes on, or when you come across a joke that she used to love telling, and it’ll hit you like a punch in the stomach. You. Lost. Her. And you’ll feel it sting, you’ll realize that you lost the one person that would have done anything for you, anything just to see you smile. But you gave that all up for lust, and a warm body. You might even try to reach out to her. But then you’ll see, you’ll see she is now happy without you. For a time she thought that she lost you, but that is terribly wrong. You lost her.

You lost her (via young-wildandfresh)

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I want to write about something other than you because it’s pointless to keep writing you poetry in hopes that you’ll come back one day. You won’t come back one day and that’s the truth. I don’t know why I keep clinging to this as if it was good for me when it was everything but good, it was the most disastrous thing I could have done to myself. I shouldn’t have love you and it’s not that I regret the love I had, it’s more I regret the person whom I gave it to. I should have taken all that love and given it to myself instead. I shoudlv’e filled my empty hands with something other than yours. I know that you never really loved me because you don’t look back on it and I know that if you do, it won’t make you ache and honestly, I wish I was more like you, less like myself.

Another One For You Baby // thewordsyouneverunderstood (via thewordsyouneverunderstood)