he left.

a minimalist collection of hurt, love & truth in writing

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I wish I had seen the red flags before my ship went down

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They say that the pain comes in goes in waves.

That eventually one day you’ll just wake up and things won’t hurt as much anymore.

I wish that was the truth, because I am still wholeheartedly waiting for the day the tide reels me in.

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We were just two stupid kids who knew nothing about what the world was about to throw at us.

looking back, I wish id known

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We could have made it in this world. You & I. We were so goddamn close to making it.

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One day I am going to be okay. But that day is not today

and that is alright. 

(you are loved)!

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There will never come a time when you and me both win

madness

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Fifteen years ago a man stole something from me. He stole something that wasn’t his to take. It was mine. It was mine to give to the right person when the time came when I was older. But now that he has taken it, there is no way I can get it back. He took a part of me that I will never get back.

 what if it was a wallet? Would you treat it the same?

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Once you break her trust, there is no going back.

you 

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I want to apologise to

- Britney for making fun of her when she had her breakdown

- Monica Lewinski for judging her when she was a 22year old temp sexually assaulted by the most powerful man in the world

- Ke$ha for ever thinking she was trashy when all she wanted to do was make party music

- Kristen Stewart for ever thinking she was dumb when she’s actually one of the coolest people ever

- Megan Fox for ever thinking she was just a slut when actually she was an actress being harassed by her employer. 

- Hating all the women who made a career out of having a hot body. Being is shape is hard, beauty is a weapon and auto promotion is hard work. 

- All the Mary-Sues, who exist because young girls everywhere want to be part of a story they love so much

- All the female characters I ever snobbed because they got in the way of my ship.

- Hating the color pink during my teenage years, when it’s actually a lovely color and what I resented was society’s pressure to perform femininity. 

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When the lights go down, and the strangers go home; that’s when I realise how unhappy I am.

stranger things have happened. 

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Hey guys.

So if you’re reading this or are still reblogging most of my quotes/poems/thoughts then hello again. I wanted to apologise for how on and off this tumblr is. The problem is, I only seem to write my best stuff when my heart is in the process of breaking, or being broken. Most of the time when there is no new content being posted, it’s because I have no heartbroken quotes to create; because I am not, nor do I think I will be.

I hope that you are all doing well, wherever you’re reading this from, and just remember that I am always a message away. My inbox is always open :)

But for now, keep dreaming & keep loving with full hearts. ❤️

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I don’t want to feel this anymore

takemeaway

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I'm broken. I'm so goddamn broken.

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My heart has broke so many times yet I am still here, for this one was waiting to kill me.

I just want to be loved

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I want to live an extraordinary life.

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The only thing that continues to kill me every night is my thoughts.

endless regrets of you 

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an abusive relationship; at first, the alarm bells don't ring in your head. a seemingly happy duo who are socially compatible in all ways, shape and form. you're happy; they're happy. how could it possibly go wrong? behind closed doors. when you're not around. their words cut you up inside and keep you up at night. the tone of their voice after a few drinks. the mistake of thinking they will change.  disrespectful comments that leave you wondering if your dress is too short. if your hair is too long. if you've loved too much. suffocation.  before you know it, you're letting the water run over your body in the shower until your skin becomes numb. you should have known. eyes swelled up. you've given them a thousand chances to change, but they've only crushed you each time you build up the courage to speak.  you now understand why people never want to leave abusive relationships. they will come around, you tell yourself. its just a phase. your words mean nothing, almost like water against their glassy ones; useless. throwing them back at each other, but only theirs will be victorious. words that cut you deep like knives. ruminate in your head while they sleep next to you.  they never know what they're doing wrong. its just a joke. calm down, they were only kidding. they were only saying it to get a laugh. nobody knows the version of them that you do. it would be ludicrous to label them as such a thing.  sometimes its not about hitting, kicking, screaming or punching; it's about words. words that define them more than anything ever could.

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