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[finelytaylored]

this is UNBELIEVABLE. it’s so weird (in the best way) seeing these in such insanely great quality.

everyone go thank Emily for their your service in providing these!!🫡🖤

[existential-celestial]

Loud! loud! loud! Loud I call to you, my love! High and clear I shoot my voice over the waves, Surely you must know who is here, is here, You must know who I am, my love.

Walt Whitman, “Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking,” in WHITMAN (The Laurel Poetry Series). (via existential-celestial)

[dead-gay-sin]

me to my mind: damn bitch, can't u stop thinking about ppl who hurt u and were toxic and detrimental to your wellbeing

my poisoned, traumatized brain who refuses to move on because those people were once kind to me and wants desperately to believe things could have been better: no

[delicatefaerie]

[thinningbeautyy]

she’s so beautiful 😍

[symphonyofflavors]

[trinityfair-deactivated20200106]

B&W thinspo

[dead-gay-sin]

why do I always forget that people can't read tone through text. I promise I'm not an asshole

[wsrod-chmur]

[v136-deactivated20160418]

[35-24-35]

👙🌴☀️

[kawaki]

would anyone like to idk.. treat me right

[dead-gay-sin]

It kills me to know that while I think about him non-stop every day, he hasn't thought about me once since we broke up...

[dead-gay-sin]

Rose colored glasses

I can’t stop thinking about you, the idealistic image I have of you anyway.

Not the guy who didn’t want to hold my hand in public, but the one who held me and kissed me passionately as if I was his lifeline.

Not the guy who follows every pretty, scantily clad girl he sees on instagram, but the one who got jealous when I joked about having another boyfriend.

Not the guy who posted a picture with a girl celebrating their 2 months of love, 3 weeks after we broke up, but the one that told me I was beautiful, and that he wanted to kiss me all day.

Not the guy who ignored the texts I sent him, saying that I missed him, but the guy who wondered where I was when I didn’t text back for 2 hours.

Even after crying over you and being hurt by you too many times, I still can’t convince myself that you’re not the thoughtful, loving person I thought you were. I can only fondly remember the times we had together and then hate myself for being so pathetic. I can only wonder where I went wrong and why I wasn’t enough for you. I can only feel sad for the girl you’re dating now because she doesn’t deserve someone who doesn’t respect her. No girl does.

[kati-cat-lady]

yep.

[empress-601-deactivated20190418]

Reblog if you believe that flirting is cheating.

[plus10gold]

Got big plans in November 📅

[lyrics-in-myhead]

I don’t want to imagine words you spoke to her that night.

(via lyrics-in-myhead)

[angellicsins]

This thing. Whatever it is for me. I don’t want to call it heartbreak because I don’t want to believe I was stupid enough to let you get that much of me. I don’t want to believe that after you cheated and after you did me so bad, that I had the will to let you get that much of me. It reminds me of getting blood taken. You give and give so much, all that is allowed, and after you do, it leaves you nauseas and you knew that it would have a few side effects but you had no idea that it could throw you to the ground after you thought you were stable enough to stand on your own. That’s what happened. That is what is happening. I feel stable one minute. I felt stable enough to go through and delete every picture I had of you which took away the visible memories. I felt stable enough to hide away our pictures that were on my wall so I didn’t have to see them every time I needed to sleep but couldn’t. I don’t think you loved me. I don’t want to think that, but if you were to love me as you say you did, no matter how incredibly wasted you were, I never would’ve had to hear her name. You don’t hurt the people you love in the ways that you hurt me. I wish I could say I don’t miss you. I wish I could trash talk you like ex’s are supposed to do, but no every time I hear a negative thing about you I’m always the first to defend you and I fucking hate that. I wish I could take it all back. Every kiss, every hug, every god damn thing but I can’t. It is there. And it’s on replay for me 24/7 and you can think whatever about me being so bitter about this and whatever. but my night terrors come rarely now and when they come it’s like the dreams I had of us all happy and fucking dandy are my worst nightmares. and that’s what fucks me up the most.

The letter I’ll never write you (via angellicsins)