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@reinadelanoche
Sometimes we waste too much time thinking about someone who doesn’t even think about us for a second.
(via poemswords)
Losing you wasn’t just painful, it was fucking damaging also. It wasn’t me sitting down on a couch surrounded by my friends as we watched movies and ate food to try and forget you. It was me staying up at four in the morning because the thought of you was so fucking strong I couldn’t even close my eyes without seeing your face. It was me swallowing thickly and blinking back tears every time I was in public, the hole in my chest causing my breaths to come out shaky rather than normal. It was me laughing at things for no reason as my stomach turned because the urge of falling apart was getting stronger. It was me crying at random hours during the day and me not wanting to get up out of bed. It wasn’t just me staring blankly at your number, deciding whether or not if I should call you. It was me throwing my phone at the wall and breaking it, because I was drunk again and the thought of you ever changing your information terrified me. It was me deleting our conversations and regretting it because now I couldn’t know where we had went wrong. It fucking hurt, losing you had hurt and I wasn’t ever able to forget that kind of pain.
A.Y. (via broken-gang)
"But if I couldn't get love..." she said, "...please let me have peace, instead."
I should stop running in circles // ma.c.a
by Cameron Hammond & Rachel Gill
He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Emily Brontë (via qvotable)
@justinesoranzo
Everyone sees what you appear to be, few experience what you really are.
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The broken heart. You think you will die, but you just keep living, day after day…
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