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YOU ARE THE REASON
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@nicolespostmates
I can’t write pretty things and I can’t share my feelings. I can’t let you in and I can’t glue my pieces back together. I can’t let you know me and I can’t let you care. I can love you with everything I am but I can’t let you love me.
chaotic-colors (via wnq-writers)
I kissed you and I tasted anger, I tasted sadness, I tasted fear, yet I still felt happiness lingering in the corner of your lips.
occlumans (via wnq-writers)
I’m literally doing my best but I’m not gonna beg anyone to understand that
I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough.
I have become rather fearful I suppose. (via dollpoetry)
what happened
I should’ve known we were a mess to begin with. The first night we tumbled into your house, you were drunk and I was intoxicated just by being next to you. You pushed me onto your bed and I wanted you to rip my clothes off, and you were worried about going too fast and too rough. I remember laughing and proceeded to let you take your shirt off as I came undone. Your bed was a mess. I was a mess. And you woke up with a loud headache that couldn’t be fixed by ibuprofen. We were a wild match, like a fish out of water trying to survive out of our elements. We broke things we couldn’t fix, started fires we couldn’t put out, just to be washed away by the sound of the alarm waking us up right in time for reality. Darling that was how we burned out. We can’t both be fire; we can only handle so many scars before it becomes too much. Maybe I was too much. Or maybe you weren’t enough. I may have been a mess, but at at least I owned a mop. You left trails of dirt whenever you walked in the house.
Stories I’ll tell one day #92 – Ming D. Liu (via ohmacbeth)
inspo.
me: [vibrating slightly because I had too much caffeine] everything in the world is my fault
I didn’t want to fall in love or need someone. I really didn’t want anything. But then, you appeared and I started wanting everything.
http://adrenaline.tumblr.com/ (via adrenaline)
‘I’m lonely,’ he says aloud, and the silence of the apartment absorbs the words like blood soaking into cotton.
i am kind of just existing, breathing gently, walking lightly, and i am trying so hard, so very, very hard, not to disturb a thing, but i am always too heavy, too present, leaving a trail everywhere i go, and sometimes i just want to be forgotten. these days, i just want to not be seen.
Farah Gabdon (via wordsnquotes)
I am a hard person to love; but, when I love, I love really hard.
(via bubbaleft)
im so awful
I want to get drunk so I have an excuse to tell you how I feel
19:59 (via musingisms)
His hands shake something furious, and you don’t know how to stop them, don’t know if they belong to a killer or a lover, or if there’s even a difference anymore. His shadow dances with yours in the streetlights; your darkness has found a kindred spirit, but you are still trying to take the fear from his mouth. Demons and angels are at war inside of him, and you swear to love every single one, swear to love him wicked, swear to love him holy. He is licking prayers he stopped believing into your mouth; if you thought kissing him would save him, you were dead wrong.
Emily Palermo, On Loving A Monster (via infinitejvst)
