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justinbieber
Most of us ask for advice when we know the answer but we want a different one.
Ivern Ball (via wordsnquotes)
😞😞😞
Varun Dhawan
happy 29th birthday, deepika padukone!
Lost is a lovely place to find yourself.
Michael Faudet (via wordsnquotes)
vikram singh rathore + princely attire
and you ask me how i am so can i tell you how my throat burns and how i want to smash anything that comes too close to me and how my mother’s words hit me in the gut and my father’s hand hits my heart and that my eyes don’t see the beauty anymore and my veins don’t pump blood but they spew out venom of boys who kiss me too hard and girls who think i am horrible because i probably am and you want to know how i am well i can tell you that i don’t know because how can i tell you how i am doing when i don’t even know who the hell i am and where the fuck are you because you aren’t even asking me how i am you don’t even ask me anything and i haven’t heard from you in what seems like forever and i can’t hear your voice in my mind and i can’t feel your fingers on my neck or your lips or what your hair feels like or anything i just don’t know anything and my whole body won’t stop shaking and i haven’t stopped spinning since your truck rolled while we were inside and i don’t know why i didn’t fall out or roll away after that but maybe i should have and maybe i wanted to and maybe none of this is right but maybe none of this is even about you anymore. and people ask me how it feels and i tell them it’s chapped lips in winter and it’s the cold seeping into your bones and shattering your skull it’s the cement hitting you in the face or the slap you feel inside the back of your head when someone tells you that they don’t love you anymore and it hurts and it stings and it swallows you whole until you cannot see the outside world and even if you do you can’t feel the beauty of it and the sun will never feel warm again and you will never feel love again and every single fucking time someone asks you how it feels you take a pretend knife and slice through their question because how do i explain to you someone taking their hand and shoving it through your chest and grasping your heart with all the strength they have and tearing it out of your body when all they told you they would do was put it back together and i know how to explain it to you so read very carefully and read very slowly because it feels like death but you don’t die. and i ask myself why i still love him and how can i still love him when he left me for her and when he left me with unanswered questions and cut strings and why do i still love somebody who isn’t there anymore or maybe someone who never was there to begin with and the answer is i don’t know and i want someone to take my hand and lead me to the answer and i want to hate him and smack him and i want him to feel the pain and i want someone to ask him how it feels to have his chest ripped open and i want to stop loving him and i want to start loving myself and i do not know how to explain love to young girls and boys who have years of innocence tied to the back of a wagon that they carry so close to their hearts and i want to put myself in a hole and cover myself with wild flowers and be surrounded by the smell of beauty and the smell of love and then maybe i will feel it and i will believe it and i will love myself and i won’t love him and love will be a new word to my vocabulary it will start fresh and new and it won’t hurt anymore and i don’t know why i still love him and maybe i always will or maybe i never did and maybe one day i will stand up and pick myself up off the dirt and pick the petals off of the flowers the way you picked our memories off of your brain.
ill pick the petals off flowers the way you picked our memories off of your brain. (via fucking-lovely)
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People are so temporary nowadays.
Believe in one thing
Oct. 20th, 2013
the one. :) <3
Love ur self