THE THINGS I FIXED ARE BROKEN NOW

I fell asleep in a city that doesn't

[iglovequotes]

[quotedbooks]

“This is why you should never, ever get your hopes up. This is why you should see the glass as half empty. So when the whole thing spills, you aren’t as devastated.”

Emily Giffin, Something Borrowed (via quotedbooks)

[palabras-alportador]

[delicatepoetry]

[written-on-polaroids]

We all were broken by someone we would’ve died for.

I know how bad it hurts (via written-on-polaroids)

[lang-leav]

I still search for you in crowds, in empty fields and soaring clouds. In city lights and passing cars, on winding roads and wishing stars.

Lang Leav (via

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)

I still do

(via hrishita122000)

[tenwordstory]

I wish you knew how bad it fucked me up.

submitted by anonymous  (via

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)

x

(via schreaming)

[monokoh]

[citizenoofearth]

Love will fuck you up more than drugs ever will

(via @sturzpoesie-blog)

[jordalinebyrd]

Vodka. Because 14 shots tasted better than thought of you loving someone that wasn’t me.

Jordyn Byrd — (The boy who stole my innocence)

[oceanavenue]

[healydanes-deactivated20200927]

The 1975 // Sydney 2014

[yuryldowgs]

x

[idontcaiahhh]

Tonight I miss you, tonight I miss you and it hurts. Tonight I want to call you and tell you how much I hate you because it’s been weeks and missing you still hurts. I won’t though, I won’t call you. I can’t call you because that’s not what I’m supposed to do. Instead I’ll lay here and reminisce about how happy you made me and I’ll try to forget about how you broke me.

@idontcaiahhh (via idontcaiahhh)

[loveserum-deactivated20191021]

I know you don’t love me. I know you don’t think about what it would be like to trace your fingertips along the edge of my jaw and across my eyelids and on the inside of my knee. I know that I think about you as sunlight and that you don’t think about me at all. I know it’s a one-sided kind of love, the kind where you don’t taste acid on your tongue when you see someone’s hand around my own. I know you don’t love me. I know you don’t, but I can’t help the fact that I love you. I love you so much that I slur it in drunken hazes and think about it when I go to sleep. I wish I could press my love into every inch of your skin and bruise it into your heart so that it could beat to the sound of my love, but you’re too out of reach and I’m too hard to love. Please know that I love you more than I can begin to stand. Please let me know if one day you wake up and suddenly see me in a different way. I know you don’t feel me in your bones, but if you ripped my chest open all you’d find is your smile and your eyes and your laugh in the inseam of my heart. You’ll find the love that I possess, and the bleeding cracks from the love that you don’t.

Unrequited (via veincold)

[the1975hqs]

Matty with Slaves and Louis Theroux at the NME Awards 2017

[sonjamarlena]

Slaves supporting Jamie T at O2 Academy in Bristol, 30/10/14