My mother told me it will always be like this. I am too much. Too much to love. Too much to handle.
She said even too much medicine is poison.

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My mother told me it will always be like this. I am too much. Too much to love. Too much to handle.
She said even too much medicine is poison.
I dropped a vase once, my back facing you. You shut the door so loud it scared me. And there was glass everywhere.
You got mad. Told me to fix it by myself. I cut my finger on the glass and thought “I hope you won’t make me clean up the blood by myself too”.
date men who communicate and apologize
what am i doing with my life?
“I don’t want to be a sweetheart. I want to be the fucking love of your life.”
— Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
Are you alive
Don’t ask me no personal shit like this
“You shouldn’t have come here, made of fireworks, if you didn’t want me to play with fire.”
— Iain Thomas
“I’m finding the things i don’t like about others are just the things i don’t like in myself. I am a mirror reflection of my father’s worst qualities and my mother’s insecurities.”
— a.m. // i am working on finding the good (via writingitdown)
Davide Carovana
Not to be overdramatic or anything but the decline in popularity of handwritten letters is one of the most disappointing decisions we've made as a modern society.
“I spent most nights at home falling in love with the idea of you.”
— Micheal Faudet
“How great a storm was raging in your heart, if it made you want to rip apart, words that melted together oh so perfectly”
- I hate his poetry about the ones before me