[rainbowunipopcorn-deactivated20]

I have hope in who I am becoming. I have belief in every scar and disgraceful word I have ever spoken or been told because it is still teaching me and I have hope in who I am becoming. They say it takes 756 days to run to someone you love and they also say that the only romance worth fighting for is the one with yourself and I know by now that they say a lot of things, people talking everywhere without saying a word, but if it took me all those years to learn myself or teach myself how to look into the mirror without breaking it I know for a fact that it was a fight worth fighting. I stood up for my own head and so did my heart and we are coming to terms with ourselves. Shaking hands, saying ”let’s make this work for we have places to go and people to see and we will need each other” So I have hope in who I am becoming. It’s July and I have hope in who I am becoming.

Charlotte Eriksson  (via rainbowunipopcorn)

[touchinggirls]

[poemsforthebad-blog]

Thank you, for leaving. I know it’s not something you thought I would send to you. But here I am, making my last confession. Your departure taught me how to live. I never thought I could live without you. And for awhile I didn’t, I couldn’t. Life was like a black cloud, there was no happiness. You had taken it with you that night. I spent months poisoning my self with liquor. I always thought that it would bring you back to me. It didn’t. I used to be able to smell you on my clothes, your cologne was a bitter reminder of what we once were. It used to break me, I would cry every time. Now, not so much. I’m not sure, but is this moving on? I grew in love with you, I did. You shaped me into what I believed was a ‘better’ version of me. You took me to places I’ve never been. We shared secrets I’ll never want back, not ever. But as much as I’d like to hold on to you. I can’t. It’s draining and I’m tired, so tired. I hope you go on adventures, discover who you are, get drunk, make millions and yes, fall in love. I wish you happiness, that’s what you have always deserved. I’ll always love you, but for once, I’m not in love with you. Go well. I love you.

The message I wish I could send my ex, but can’t -Poemsforthebad (via poemsforthebad)

[afadthatlastsforever]

Letting go is the simplest thing in the world. The real fight starts 3am, the following night, when you are fighting off that dreadful relentless urge to call him back.

Beau Taplin || R e t u r n  C a l l  (via afadthatlastsforever)

[luxurygoldgodessssss]

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[chanel-and-louboutins]

✝

[officialfashionistaswonderland]

[chanel-and-louboutins]

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[isensearunner]

So I am not a broken heart. I am not the weight I lost or miles or ran and I am not the way I slept on my doorstep under the bare sky in smell of tears and whiskey because my apartment was empty and if I were to be this empty I wanted something solid to sleep on. Like concrete. I am not this year and I am not your fault. I am muscles building cells, a little every day, because they broke that day,but bones are stronger once they heal and I am smiling to the bus driver and replacing my groceries once a week and I am not sitting for hours in the shower anymore. I am the way a life unfolds and bloom and seasons come and go and I am the way the spring always finds a way to turn even the coldest winter into a field of green and flowers and new life. I am not your fault.

Charlotte Eriksson (via isensearunner)

[jeet-ram]

Life is for deep kisses, strange adventures, midnight swims, and rambling conversations.

(via jeet-ram)

[rainbowunipopcorn-deactivated20]

I have hope in who I am becoming. I have belief in every scar and disgraceful word I have ever spoken or been told because it is still teaching me and I have hope in who I am becoming. They say it takes 756 days to run to someone you love and they also say that the only romance worth fighting for is the one with yourself and I know by now that they say a lot of things, people talking everywhere without saying a word, but if it took me all those years to learn myself or teach myself how to look into the mirror without breaking it I know for a fact that it was a fight worth fighting. I stood up for my own head and so did my heart and we are coming to terms with ourselves. Shaking hands, saying ”let’s make this work for we have places to go and people to see and we will need each other” So I have hope in who I am becoming. It’s July and I have hope in who I am becoming.

Charlotte Eriksson  (via rainbowunipopcorn)

[1300011]

6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days, and I still don’t know which month it was then or what day it is now. Blurred out lines from hangovers to coffee Another vagabond lost to love.

4am alone and on my way. These are my finest moments. I scrub my skin to rid me from you and I still don’t know...

[your-last-cigarettee]

"If you wish you were elsewhere then leave. One of the cruellest things you can do to a person is make them feel like home when to you they’re only temporary. We all deserve adoration and undistracted attention. We all deserve to feel complete. If you can’t give her your whole heart, then don’t you dare hold it hostage."

— Beau Taplin (via your-last-cigarettee)

[afadthatlastsforever]

[amorvincitomnia9-deactivated201]

- Beau Taplin, Heroin

[afadthatlastsforever]

It was 11:00pm and you asked me to forget you like that was something I could give. Now, I am sitting in a bar– six drinks in– thinking of the way the last kiss you pressed to my lips tasted more like a rehearsal for whatever comes next, than a promise that any of it meant a damn thing, and thinking of how missing you is something close to checking my sheets each morning for creases your bones may have left, and how these days I’m terrified of my own veins, the way they scream your name like a broken record. Sweetheart, I half-wish I could tell you of how I’ve made a habit of sleeping with strangers who snap shirt buttons better than ribs in dirty rooms with full-blooded lips, just fucking away the emptiness because I think– I mean I know that the human heart is like a pail of water; hard to hold together– easily spilt.

Beau Taplin – Hunting Season  (via afadthatlastsforever)

[midnallu]

Kiss me until I forget how terrified I am of everything wrong with my life.

Beau Taplin (via nyxillu)

[midnightshivers]

I have learned that people will stay, leave, save, and destroy you but by far the most dangerous thing they can ever do is come back.

Beau Taplin (via midnightshivers)