Young. Hated. Broke.

[perfectquote]

“Love didn’t hurt you. Someone who doesn’t know how to love you hurt you. Don’t confuse the two.”

— Unknown

[ourladyofomega]

[weltonboys]

caitlyn siehl

[lovergf]

hozier was so insane for writing francesca. he announces the song and you’re like okay maybe he’s in love with someone named francesca and then really it’s about a pair of lovers from dante’s inferno, who fell deeply for each other outside of marriage and consequently were sent to hell for their “uncontrollable lust”. telling each other “put me back in it”, i would do it all again, i would condemn myself to hell to be with you both in life and after. god could give me the option over and over again and i would not change a single thing. our love has never been wrong, heaven is too small to fit a love like ours. why would he write that

[remanence-of-love]

[bdexperience]

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[bdexperience]

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Ray-Ban Sunglasses

[slowbriety]

[its-im-possible]

[allthesmallthingshere]

You know what pains me? Its the fact that the first time I saw you, I knew if I got involved with you, I would break and not just break a little, but that I would shatter if I ever lost you. I knew because of the way you smiled, that knowing, sweet, heart stopping smile you do. I knew because of your eyes, that piercing, 'I can see through you' look that you have. I knew because my heart pounded so loudly in my chest, I was afraid you'd hear if I was too close. So I kept my distance. But how could I have resisted, when you walked lazily towards me with that damn smile on your face that made me weak in the knees? How could I have resisted, the way your hand wrapped so perfectly around mine. I knew you would break me, but I so knowingly walked in, lying to myself that I wouldn't break so easy as though I was fragile. I knew, and I closed my eyes...

Things I regret #8

-sillyjenny

[h0pefulkid-withaninkedupheart]

“She was the one thing I did right in life. You see, I’m a person made up of fuck ups and flaws. I almost never do anything right but she, she was the one thing I did right. The one right person that I fell in love with, the one right thing that I fought for. I remember summer days along her side. I remember her scent and how inhaling it felt like coming home after being away for months. I had winter days with her in my bed and we’d talk as the rain hit dusty pavements. She was the one thing I did right. I had days when I just needed to cry and without judgment she would hold me in her arms. I remember losing her and how I told myself I’d fight for her, how one day we’d come back into each other’s lives and we’d fall in love again. I remember yesterday, and how I felt like me again. I can’t recall the broken promises, the lies, and the years she spent in the arms of another man. I just remember yesterday and how I knew she was the one thing I did right. I remember 4am passionate kisses as she pulled me in and my arms perfectly laid on her hips. I remember blistered feet from dancing all night against her body; I’m not much of a dancer but for her I’d dance ballets. I remember wrestling fights and piggy back rides, hand holding, and tickle wars. She was the one thing I did right because I remember car rides and how she’d nod her head back and forth to our favorite songs and I couldn’t help but smile as I stared at her. I remember the shape of her body, every curve, every bone, every wrinkle, and how she curled up by my side. I remember how she would rub my back because that was her way of saying “I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.” I remember her “I love yous,” and her “please don’t go.” She was the one thing I did right in my life because I remember her. There isn’t a day when she does not cross my mind; there isn’t a day when I don’t wonder if she’s okay. I remember her laugh and her shaky voice when she had the lump of fear in her throat. I remember yesterday, and how I felt. She was the one thing I did right in my life but today is a new day and I swear I search, and search, and search for her. They say I need to learn to let go, they say that everyone goes through heartache. But it’s hard to breathe at night and anything anyone says are just mumbled background sounds because her voice is all I hear in my head. I want her back because she was the one thing I did right in life but all that doesn’t matter because to her I was just another mistake, another fuck up, a bump in the road, another memory in her life.”

— I should have asked her to marry me

[thepeacefulgarden]

[xxclub27xx]

[poems-and-word]

[infected]

what's ur gender?

angel

[bdexperience]

High like the Caterpillar and Mad like the Hatter

In order to love an addict, one must have a heart forged from the strongest steel because along the way there will be many things that could break your heart. One must be keen on observation to know when the addict is using, high, lying, manipulating, hiding secrets. The most wonderful thing you can give an addict is unconditional love, to let them be somewhat in control, to let them make their own decisions. One must know that you cannot tell someone to stop, but that you must tell them the thought of them using destroys you, it hurts you. One must remember that sometimes the addict will not put you first, they will pick their drug before you. One must be okay if the addict does not realize they have done this, one must not jump down their throat. Why? Because the sadness & guilt this will cause them to feel will make them want to use even more. They will realize their mistakes and they will want to numb it. One must be able to hear your loved one say “I hate myself” and not cry, but instead say you love them enough for the both of you. One must be okay with relapses, mistakes, with your addict deciding they will stop but the next day they are using again. The purest love you can give an addict is the same kind of love you would have for them if they were not an addict. You must be okay with their addiction, you don’t have to accept it, but you have to know it is there and you have to be strong enough to not hold it against them. But most importantly, one must love themselves more than they love the addict… Because nine times out of ten the addict will love the drug more, will choose the drug more. One must love themselves a thousandfold more than their partner, and one must be able to realize when it is time to give up because you have done all that you can, you have given more chances than you can count, your energy is depleted, your heart is aching, your everything is exhausted. One must become addicted to themselves so that they can choose themselves before the addict, in the same way the addict will choose their addiction before you. One must use their steel heart to leave, walk away, close every door, and never look back.

Brooke Jackman 03/23/2018

[thegoodvybe]