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And I began to let him go. Hour by hour. Days into months. It was a physical sensation, like letting out the string of a kite. Except that the string was coming from my center.

Augusten Burroughs, You Better Not Cry (via wordsnquotes)

regular-love

And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.

Unknown (via regular-love)

atomicsense

I feel like dying everything’s going to fucking shit

dalul

You were my yes, but I was only your maybe.

(via dalul)

missinyouiskillingme

I will never forget the way you looked at me.

I swear, I never will // R.R. (via missinyouiskillingme)

dearmyquotes

He doesn’t fucking deserve you. Move the fuck on.

Daily reminder to all the sweethearts out there who’s waiting for somebody. (via astheze)

imninm-deactivated20160505

distractful

nourrice

who else does not forgive and is dying

tylxo

I am so terrified of loving someone because you can tell them everything you been through and they’ll put you through it again.

wwwhhathehill

to my mother,

I wish I could heal you in all the places that you are hurt.

wnq-writers

And then, he crawls back to you, like he always does, calling you at 3 AM and for the first time in months, you can actually witness the beauty of the stars when you’re listening to how he’s breathing. And you talk all night and you think to yourself thank God I’ll go to sleep listening to his voice instead of trying to remember exactly what it sounded like But then you wake up and the taste of heartbreak is still fresh in your mouth, your phone battery is dead and deep inside, so are you.

halaleu (via wnq-writers)