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Isabella; 21. A place for colorful inspiration. "A caged bird stands on the graves of dreams" -Maya Angelou Main Blog Book Blog

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ARES, god of war

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Hayley performing during the Expectations Tour in Portland

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Hayley Kiyoko photographed by Brigitte Sire for Billboard

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the truth is out there

by Denny Bitte

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Eugene Lushpin

Art / seasons / city ​​streets

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Loving someone who doesn’t love you back is like killing yourself without actually dying.

Anonymous (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

We emotionally manipulated each other until we thought it was love.

Warsan Shire, “34 Excuses For Why We Failed at Love” (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see life with a clearer view again.

Alex Tan (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

You tried to change didn’t you? closed your mouth more tried to be softer prettier less volatile, less awake but even when sleeping you could feel him travelling away from you in his dreams so what did you want to do, love split his head open? you can’t make homes out of human beings someone should have already told you that and if he wants to leave then let him leave you are terrifying and strange and beautiful something not everyone knows how to love.

Warsan Shire (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-anonymous]

Fools take a knife and stab people in the back. The wise take a knife, cut the cord, and free themselves from the fools.

Anonymous (via wnq-anonymous)

[wnq-writers]

i. I miss you. Each day that you’re gone feels like a bullet in my chest. I’ve spent too many nights clawing open the wound that you left, now I’m sure it’s never going to heal. ii. I’m sorry for pushing you away. Each day that you’re gone feels like I’ve lived and died a thousand times. Every star screams out for you, to come back, to come home. iii. The infection in my heart is spreading. Each day that you’re gone feels like my bones are splintering. Ten thousand fragments entering my bloodstream, ripping my veins open from the inside out. iv. I’ve spent the last week scratching open my throat. Each day that your gone feels like my skin is cracking open. The words that have died in my mouth are trying to shatter my teeth and tear open my lips, just to reach you again. v. The sun doesn’t seem to want to rise today. Each day that you’ve been gone hurts more than the next. The moon doesn’t want to stay in the sky, it wants to rip a hole in space and time and slip away from reality. It would seem I do as well.

4-00am-thought  (via wordsnquotes)

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Forgive me, I was lonely so I chose you.

Warsan Shire, “34 Excuses for Why we Failed at Love” (via thelovejournals)

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ugh! // the 1975

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