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this guy is such a loser i want him in my bed immediately
“Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know—because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly…and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via wordsnquotes)
Let me take your hand and we can escape to a parallel universe where we can be together.
“It’s you. In a thousand of lifetimes, in a hundred of ways, it’s you. It’ll always be you.”
— A.M.// It will always be you. (via tullipsink)
im an idiot also fuck you
I hope that if alternate universes do exist, there would still be me and you in the end. Whatever the situation, whatever we may have to go through, I hope that there would always be an us.
“If this was us meeting for the first time I’d do it all again. Everything. The fucks, the fuck-ups, everything. I’d do it all again.”
Skins (2007-2013)
I thought of texting you “good morning, I can’t sleep” and then I remembered that you are on a journey which I am not a part of and that’s okay but good morning I can’t sleep
Please.
“I want you to know that I tried to get to you. I heard your name and I looked around And there you were Looking at me. And as soon as I saw you I swear I tried to make my way to you But I was too slow And you were too hasty So when I finally got there You had vanished.”
— One more second (via memoirsofabutchlesbian)
If you call me an abomination, I will look for comfort in your other monsters
If you’re crying bc of the crushing weight of the reality that time is passing and the suffocating pressure that everything you’re doing is Not Enough™ and you know it clap your hands
“12:12am: it’s a little past midnight and i’m breaking down. again. i mean, i’m breaking down for the fourth time this week. my heart is too heavy for this, my heart is too heavy for you 12:49am: still breaking down. still wishing that you lied to me when i asked what your name was so i wouldn’t have to bare my teeth every time i heard it. 1:57am: might be relapsing. might be lonely. might be dead 2:34am: i don’t deserve to live with your words in my mind. they should have never been here and neither should you 3:01am: i’m sorry, i swear. i’m not angry. i love you. 3:02am: i love me more.”
— (catherine w // sempiternalwriting)
me? clingy? yes please don’t leave me
“There is a lot they don’t tell you about how craters form on hearts faster than astronauts can reach them plant flags on them to acknowledge the broken and say hey this is ours now and we’ll take care of it there is a lot they don’t tell you about how the moon is just a body trying to recover from more tragedy than space has room for how it shines only so that we can see it and say hey maybe the man on the moon has something he wants to tell us there is a lot they don’t tell you about how the chest expels itself of all oxygen and love turns its ribcage into steel bars and transforms the heart into the only star in this makeshift space so that maybe it will finally feel beautiful again and so there’s a lot you might not know about how you’re allowed to hurt and show that you’re hurt without asking for anyone to come fix you.”
— The moon as a metaphor for your healing heart (via ink-trails)
“I’m tired of my life and my mind wants to die.”
— 4.48 Psychosis by Sarah Kane (via sittinginyourlapandtakingadrag)