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But sometimes you say something to me and suddenly I am 19 again, curled up in the bathroom floor- begging god to let me be good enough for once.

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When you accept yourself, you will finally be happy.

I've accepted that I'm just not worth it but I'm not happy.

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Concrete Box

In the middle of the concrete box we live in, surrounded by society’s design of how our love should be and what we should feel,

I can’t help but stare.

You see, the jungle around us never mattered much to me because you are the only flower in the jungle that caught my eye.

Age is wisdom, so why must they ridicule me for loving something so wise and you for teaching a young blossom to bloom more beautifully.

You were dying, so I pulled your roots and gave you new soil and I’m watching you every day, and my love you are growing to be so beautiful.

You fill me with beautiful things that cannot be grown, only taught.

Such as hope, understanding, rationalization, and patience.

You and I have sprouted new growth from each other and we are swallowing society’s design and soon we will be okay.

No storm or there lack of could wither us, for we have love and that is eternal.

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I have created you in joy and in sorrows : Out of so many circumstances, out of so many things.You have become all feeling for me.

C.P. Cavafy, “In the Same Space” (via stoicremains)

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I forget your voice, and it's okay. I don't want to hear it. I didn't believe in us.

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To die is the point. Hollowness is wonder. (To Kill A Mockingbird)

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@ B

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I lean my lips on holy words; / I let them slip out silky, slushy, slurred.

“Sloth,” from Seven Deadly Sonnets (via moody-poet)

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Where does such tenderness come from? These aren’t the first curls I’ve wound around my finger— I’ve kissed lips darker than yours. The sky is washed and dark (Where does such tenderness come from?) Other eyes have known and shifted away from my eyes. But I’ve never heard words like this in the night (Where does such tenderness come from?) with my head on your chest, rest. Where does this tenderness come from? And what will I do with it? Young stranger, poet, wandering through town, you and your eyelashes—longer than anyone’s.

Marina Tsvetaeva; "Where does such tenderness come from?,“ trans. Ilya Kaminsky (via yesyes)

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When people ask me why my writings are sad

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I'm watching you burn and I'm loving every second of it. Karma will get me for this. But until then, I'll watch you burn.

the broken mind

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Tables turn, bridges burn, you live and learn.

(via words-of-emotion)

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I just helped a blind man who was lost find the office he was looking for and after he thanked me he said “you are so beautiful” and for a moment I was like … but he can’t see … and then I realized he meant because I helped him and I was nice and physical beauty isn’t the only kind.

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The depression is back

And in the darkness I find myself in the same place as always. Alone, cold, broken, and worthless. It seems that no matter what I try, I'm never worth much in the end. I'm always the one who no one cares much to try for. I don't think I can do this anymore. I can't be used again. I can't be hurt again. I survived only once. I gave myself to you. I trust you. God, please don't let him break me again. It's different this time. It's different.

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My love for you was bulletproof but you’re the one who shot me.

Excerpt from a love story that doesn’t exist #15 // Bulletproof love by Pierce the veil (via apikaliaa)

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An open letter to my soulmate.

People fear what they don’t understand.

Except for you and I.

You see, we love each other.

We’re not supposed to.

But we do, and everyone looks down on us.

But we are not afraid.

Together we will brave this storm and we will walk together through all the trials of hell and back again.

Because there is no hell and no pain that could keep you away from me.

As we’ve seen before, we get separated from time to time.

But we always find our way back.

You were scared last time because you didn’t understand.

But you are brave this time.

And I’m not letting go of you.

I will hold you until you are mended again

And I will hold you even after.

I am not broken anymore.

You’ve mended all of the damage.

It was an accident, I know.

I am nothing but a fragile glass cup of emotions on a failing stool and I know you didn’t mean to knock me over.

This time you are careful and

I’m not letting go.