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My knees are scraped from all the times I have been knocked down by life. My knuckles are bruised from all the times I have fought my way back onto my feet.

raywritess (via wnq-writers)

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coelacantha

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Each time I did something to push him away, I was terrified it would work

unkown (via wsabe)

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melisica

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melisica

(by Stephen Medeiros)

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touch me. am i human anymore?breathe me. am i just smoke in your lungs?save me. am i too far gone?hold me. am i still here?quiet me. am i even speaking anymore?drown me. am i full of your bloody water?( why not? )choke me. am i yours?( why not? )kill me. am i already dead?

i can’t answer these questions at two am anymore (via hellacursed)

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make me the girl with the red red tongue and the blush like a fire in her cheeks touch my wrists and I’ll burn the ichor from your blood tear the halo from your head offer me your bones and leave your worship at my doorstep i am no saintly apparition, no temple for your traitor lips kiss me and you’ll crumble

they’ve made a martyr out of me (modern prophets, pt. 3) // (e.c)

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larmoyante

Sometimes things come out of your mouth that you regret later on. Or no, not regret. You say something so razor-sharp that the person you say it to carries it around with them for the rest of their life.

Herman Koch, The Dinner (via larmoyante)

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