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My father left a lot when I was growing up. Screaming fights led to a packed suitcase and my dad was out the door. I would put myself in front of the door, cry and beg for him to stay. One night, worse than most nights, I vividly recall him looking down at me. Fire in his eyes as he said "you don't love me enough for me to stay". And now, I don't know what love is and everyone leaves.
I’ve seen a lot of beautiful things with a heavy heart.
Albert Camus, from A Happy Death (via violentwavesofemotion)
Falling back into a destructive mindset after being okay for a while is exhausting and upsetting.
It sounds like a lie when you say it. It sounds like a lie 'cause it is.
I’m coming down off a promise, you’re coming down off a buzz. Whether it’s love or its whiskey, I guess we both sobered up.
Maybe I'm addicted to goodbyes. Another vice. Another town where my past can't run me down. Another life. Another call. Another bed I shouldn't crawl out of. It's 7am with shoes in my hand. Said I wouldn't do it, but I did it again. I know I'll be gone tomorrow night. Another vice.
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― The Choice (2016) Shep: The world breaks everyone. The very good, the very gentle, the very brave. And those it doesn’t break, it kills.
Well The Rifle loves The Bird when she's singing. He knows every word to every song. And The Bird, she loves The Rifle 'cause he's dangerous, stubborn and strong. Something down on the ground won't let her out, it holds her in. He's afraid if she flies she'll never come home again. Something bout The Bird in her, spreading those wings always brings The Rifle out in him.
don't tell her that I'm too old for my age don't tell her that this love of mine was just a stage she doesn't need to know my point of view she'll never love you like the way that I do
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