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That’s the thing about people: if they don’t like you, they’ll make sure that you don’t like yourself either.

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Let me tell you a little something; It is alright to lose yourself, it is okay to fall apart, and to have your atoms burst into sweet nothingness. But it is not alright to lose hope, to lay down your armour whenever life dismantles you. Fight for it, fight to stand back up. You can do it.

L.W. // Don’t limit what you can do (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

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I hope that in 2016 I will at least stop ruining my own life

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Losing you wasn’t just painful, it was fucking damaging also. It wasn’t me sitting down on a couch surrounded by my friends as we watched movies and ate food to try and forget you. It was me staying up at four in the morning because the thought of you was so fucking strong I couldn’t even close my eyes without seeing your face. It was me swallowing thickly and blinking back tears every time I was in public, the hole in my chest causing my breaths to come out shaky rather than normal. It was me laughing at things for no reason as my stomach turned because the urge of falling apart was getting stronger. It was me crying at random hours during the day and me not wanting to get up out of bed. It wasn’t just me staring blankly at your number, deciding wether or not if I should call you. It was me throwing my phone at the wall and breaking it, because I was drunk again and the thought of you ever changing your information terrified me. It was me deleting our conversations and regretting it because now I couldn’t know where we had went wrong. It fucking hurt, losing you had hurt and I wasn’t ever able to forget that kind of pain.

A.M.// getting over someone is horrible (via tullipsink)

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There was a time when we both wanted to be together and it kills me that we’ve lost that chance

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Our story’s a real tragedy, isn’t it? There’s no start and no end, all we do is go in circles. We’re almost and we’re maybe and we’re nearly over and we have only begun, with no end in sight. We’re stuck in the middle and have nowhere left to run. We’re uncertain and loose ends, we’re heartbreak and the best that has ever happened, you to me and me to you. We were broken but we fixed each other, yet we came apart too often to be whole. We are so scared of getting hurt, we don’t see that being together is the only thing that cuts us open. Yet we can’t resist, can’t let go and don’t listen, we turn a blind eye to all that we are and all that we’ll never be.

on why two people who are no good for each other stay together, n.j. (via ninasdrafts)

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Neck kisses, coffee dates, and midnight car rides.

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Ever since you left, I lay awake at night wondering what the hell I did wrong and why you chose her when I thought you loved me.

A broken heart (via introvertedwindows)

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You left her there. She gave you everything, and you took your hint of guilt and left behind a goodbye and a broken girl. And maybe it didn’t hit you at first. Sure, you slept while she stayed up. Your pillows didn’t stain with tears. Your showers didn’t end in sobs. Your stomach didn’t cave in every morning, your heart didn’t ache every breathe. But maybe you run into her months down the line. Maybe you hear of her new love, the news spilling across the floor like a new stain on the carpet she used to tread on. Maybe you meet her in a coffee shop, and she stopped cutting her hair, and it trails down her back like the past she left you behind in. And the heart ache isn’t hers anymore. Her smile reaches her eyes now and her laugh lights up the room. You forgot, didn’t you? You forgot the way she held you the night you couldn’t fall asleep. You forgot the way she covers her mouth when she laughs, the way she cups her hands over mugs to keep her fingers warm, the way her hands were always a little bit cold. You forgot the way it felt to know that despite all the flaws that ran through your veins there was someone there to kiss your forehead and brew you tea. Oh, but you’ll remember. And maybe if you’re lucky, you won’t be holding something fragile when you hear the news. Maybe if you’re lucky your heart will only ache for a fraction as long as hers did. Maybe if you’re lucky, she’ll pick up when you call. But even if she still has all the tenderness for you in the world, her voice is not the same. She doesn’t love you anymore. You lost her. You lost her. And you can’t ever get her back.

~Meriam BHT, Delayed heartache

Dedicated to moonlyaffairs <3

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I’d rather drink continuously to fuel my veins with the alcohol within the bottle, than spend my days thinking of his hands placed against your hip bone.

20:35 (via sorrowfulsex)

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The torture of small talk with someone you used to love

- Fall Out Boy “Fourth of July” (via betterleftunsaid13)

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I wish I could see myself through my friends’ eyes. Like am I annoying? Am I the weird friend you regret being friends with? Am I ugly? What am I to you?

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She clung to you so tightly because she was so scared she’d lose you — and lose you she did.

you’re my 2am thoughts // v.s // via loveisaruthllessgame (via loveisaruthllessgame)