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My first book!! Full of poems about heartbreak and loss, please consider purchasing a copy
Itās one of my theories that when people give you advice, theyāre really just talking to themselves in the past.
Mark Epstein (via doll)
If youāre not noticed, youāre 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.
Youāre not measured by how people react to you.
Youāre 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,Ā āThe Unrequited Love Poem. Check out her books here.
(via buttonpoetry)
New piece, hope you like it! xo LangĀ
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My NEW book Memories is now available via Amazon, BN.com + The Book Depository
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He was a soulmate. He just wasnāt mine.
Things I Torture Myself With Now That Hes GoneĀ | 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 wasnāt because I missed him, because who he is right now isnāt who I miss, I donāt 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 thatās 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 anyoneās every experienced heartbreak you know how hard it is to do things without that person. Itās entirely way to hard to move on, and itās also hard to accept. Itās also hard to grasp the fact that the person you had grown to love is now a stranger to you. You donāt talk to them anymore, but you hear about them and your stomach clenches and I can promise you it wonāt feel too great. Iām sorry to tell you this but youāll probably always have a spot for them in your heart, the hole they made can be filled by them, and only them. I truthfully donāt think Iāll ever let go of him fully either.
It was hard letting go of you, Iām still living in a world of grey (via
missinyouiskillingme
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This is probably one of the saddest ones
(via myheartināwords)
miss-mouth:
supersmashmother:
chemicallysleeping:
wehatefeminism:
Feminists say that if they walk around naked and get raped, itās not their fault. Ā 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 robberās fault??? They walked in and took something that wasnāt theirs??? They knew pretty well that they shouldnāt 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. Iām not a bank with the doors left open. Iām not a car parked in a ābad neighborhoodā. Iām not a shiny wrist watch, or a purse left unattended. Iām a fucking human being. I am not a consumable good. Iām not here for the taking. And if your miniscule brain canāt wrap around that concept, donāt confuse yourself by thinking that your opinion is in any way valuable or worth sharing.
^ THIS GIRL TOOK US TO CHURCH.
Iām not as cynical as you think I am.Ā 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
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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.
This is one of my favorite things Iāve ever read on tumblr