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Having feelings doesn’t make me a bad person.

J.R.R (via well-joe)

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I still have an immeasurable amount of burning love in my being for you that could rival every single star in this galaxy. But that doesn’t mean you can have the privilege of being engulfed in its glowing warmth anymore.    You may only see glimpses at the most now. That’s all I am capable of giving you, and I can’t care if that’s enough or not because I am tired.

I hope you realize your mistakes | L.S (via loveleesanity)

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Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via quotebook-in)

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There’s no love left in me.

(via oliverswinford)

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My Books (a poem)

My Books

They hum my name aloud when I’ve been quiet too long since they can’t see and rely mostly on touch even their hearing is dim so every so often I stand and hum back reciting their titles as I brush their spines with my fingertips promising soon soon they’ll have their turn to sit in my lap and hold hands for hours while they tell me softly everything they know.

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I can’t wait to look back on nights like these. Nights like these when I’m not getting enough sleep. Nights when my eyes are half open as I skim through text books trying to cram as much knowledge in my head as possible. Nights like these when I’m missing a boy that can’t even remember my fucking birthday and that doesn’t care whether I’m dead or alive. Nights like these when I’m not sure if I’m even going to make it. Nights like these when my heart feels a little too heavy against my rib cage. Nights like these when I have to flip my pillow over because the other side got a little too wet from my tears. Nights like these when I can’t seem to find the right words to express that, I’m scared, that I’m not ready and that life is coming at me a little too fast. Nights like these when I feel like I’m still a little girl yet everyone sees me as an adult. I can’t wait to look back at nights like these ten years from now with less tired eyes and a heart that doesn’t ache as much and say, I made it. Despite the tears, fears, doubts, and pain, I made it.

11:54 PM // personal (via sp0ke)

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I fell to my knees and prayed to a God I didn’t believe.

(via oliverswinford)

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I am a woman of late nights, too much coffee, and wine stained lips. The only list longer than my secrets is the one containing all the things I wish I had said. I wear black in 90 degree weather and I lie every time they ask about you. I laugh too loud, speak too proudly, and the softness that comes with being a woman has always escaped me. Strength, you said, was the most admirable thing about me. But you are a man that likes your women weak, soft, and bendable to the ideals you created in your head; She is a woman that wakes up early, drinks tea, and speaks her truth; She has no secrets and if you had to use a color to describe her it would be pink. There is nothing wrong with her. There is nothing wrong with me. It’s just fate and destiny; Some people are just meant to be; We weren’t.

Black & Pink

abk

(via rrrrnessa)

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She’ll come back Of course she will She isn’t done with me She isn’t done with this She isn’t done with us She says she still hopes for some future When she’s ready If I can forgive her Maybe What if? What if? A thousand what ifs–A few unbreakable promises… Will I be able to say no to her? I so want her to ask I can’t wait It’s stupid to wait I’m delaying the inevitable She’ll never be ready Never Ever Ever Why can’t the stages of grief go in order That would make them so much easier to handle Scrap the plans Save yourself Stop looking at her pictures No more Hope The end is here The Queen is dead God Save the Kingdom The end is here She won’t come back You silly boy You romantic fool Of course she won’t

“Denial,” Poems to Beatrice. (via prosebyday)

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Your soul is nothing like a flower or an animal. It is a growing flame, and there is no limitation to its growth at all. So go out now, and outgrow yourself. Outgrow the living souls out there.

L.W. // Outgrow yourself (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

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Some people touch your body. Some people touch your soul.

Bruce Adler  (via wnq-writers)

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This is for you; Because they always warn you about the boys who will purposely break your heart, The boys who will ruin your innocence, The boys who aren’t worth your love, They never tell you about the boys who aren’t capable of love, The boys who’s fathers weren’t there too much, Who’s mothers never prioritized them, They never tell you about the boys who want to show their love but don’t know how, They don’t tell you hard it will be to stop trying to be their savior, How hard it is to realize that affection is a human necessity, Something they may never be able to provide, They don’t warn you about boys who are depressed, You leave them because you can’t handle the loneliness, Boys who deserved your love but couldn’t reciprocate, Why don’t they tell you how to handle those situations?

(via yellowpoems)

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When someone calls my best friend their best friend

Me: Tyler-Joseph-defense-squad™

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what if i ordered pizza in the middle of the hurricane.

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