I hope you’re drowning in your tears like I did. I hope you’re in agony that seems endless. I hope you feel like you’ve lost everything like I did.
A sickeningly happy kitten
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I hope you’re drowning in your tears like I did. I hope you’re in agony that seems endless. I hope you feel like you’ve lost everything like I did.
A sickeningly happy kitten
Familiar Sickness
I get scared when you don’t message me even when I know what you’re doing
I get nervous when you immediately pull out your phone after you kiss me goodbye
I worry you lie to me about little things that don’t matter
I feel sick at the thought of you cheating on me
I feel even sicker at the thought of catching you
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Head up, stay strong.. Fake a smile, move on.
Anonymous (via wordsnquotes)
I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.
Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima mon amour (via thequotejournals)
YOU FUCKING RUINED ME
do you ever want to check up on someone but it’s just not ur place anymore
one of the most toxic things i’ve ever done is ignore the bad in someone because i love them
Ease your soul here
I feel things so deeply, I could feel things start to shatter in me when I’m sad. There’s glass everywhere.
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If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed.
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