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My first book!! Full of poems about heartbreak and loss, please consider purchasing a copy
It’s one of my theories that when people give you advice, they’re really just talking to themselves in the past.
Mark Epstein (via doll)
If you’re not noticed, you’re still valid.
Like, if no ones gonna read it, you should still write it.
If no ones gonna see it, you should still do it.
If no ones gonna hear you, you should still say it.
You’re not measured by how people react to you.
You’re not measured by how people react to you.
Someone told you once: a soulmate is not the one who makes you the happiest, but the one who makes you feel the most. Who can conduct your heart to bang the loudest. Who can drag you giggling with forgiveness from the cellar they locked you in.
Sierra DeMulder, “The Unrequited Love Poem. Check out her books here.
(via buttonpoetry)
New piece, hope you like it! xo LangÂ
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He was a soulmate. He just wasn’t mine.
Things I Torture Myself With Now That Hes Gone | Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)
I think some people are just inexplicably bonded. Drawn by forces beyond their own comprehension, they have no choice but to gravitate toward one another. Destined by fate to keep crossing paths until they finally get it right.
L.B. Simmons, The Resurrection of Aubrey Miller (via thephoenixwrites)
Was it hard letting go of him? It was, and it wasn’t because I missed him, because who he is right now isn’t who I miss, I don’t know who he is anymore. But it was hard letting go because I had this person who had became a huge chunk of my life, a person who lit fires in the darkest parts of me, and then they had left me, the fires burned out and I now had a gaping hole in my heart, and that’s why it hurts to let go. It happens in stages really, I had found myself one day laughing at how pathetic I was for ever loving him, but the next day I was on the floor of my shower begging God to bring him back to me. I think if anyone’s every experienced heartbreak you know how hard it is to do things without that person. It’s entirely way to hard to move on, and it’s also hard to accept. It’s also hard to grasp the fact that the person you had grown to love is now a stranger to you. You don’t talk to them anymore, but you hear about them and your stomach clenches and I can promise you it won’t feel too great. I’m sorry to tell you this but you’ll probably always have a spot for them in your heart, the hole they made can be filled by them, and only them. I truthfully don’t think I’ll ever let go of him fully either.
It was hard letting go of you, I’m still living in a world of grey (via
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This is probably one of the saddest ones
(via myheartin–words)
miss-mouth:
supersmashmother:
chemicallysleeping:
wehatefeminism:
Feminists say that if they walk around naked and get raped, it’s not their fault.  Let me ask you this, if you owned a bank and left the doors wide open with no security and you got robbed in the middle of the night, is it the robbers fault or yours?
Literally the robber’s fault??? They walked in and took something that wasn’t theirs??? They knew pretty well that they shouldn’t steal things??? What is your argument even trying to prove???
Also can we stop equating women with inanimate possessions in an attempt to show their value and worth??? Jesus fucking christ. I’m not a bank with the doors left open. I’m not a car parked in a “bad neighborhood”. I’m not a shiny wrist watch, or a purse left unattended. I’m a fucking human being. I am not a consumable good. I’m not here for the taking. And if your miniscule brain can’t wrap around that concept, don’t confuse yourself by thinking that your opinion is in any way valuable or worth sharing.
^ THIS GIRL TOOK US TO CHURCH.
I’m not as cynical as you think I am. I see the good in you even when all I can get my hands on is the bad in you.
thewordsyouneverunderstood (via thewordsyouneverunderstood)
Romanticisation of Mental Illness, Kelsey Weaver
This really hit me hard jesus christ.
and I thought about you today and I thought about the things you used to say
(via bl-ossomed)
Sometimes I drink too much vodka or eat 3 servings of macaroni and cheese in one sitting, but by far the most unhealthy habit I have is comparing myself to others.
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