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thoughtsof-r

wlw

someone: *genuinely cares about my self-destructive ass*

me:

readmyquiet

This triggered me. 😩🙃😭

halffullcreative

yam!

halfinvisible

alaskaisnothere

I wrote you a book but you only read the first page and thought you had me figured out. I undressed my soul for you and you laughed at it, like it was some kind of funny joke. And I’m still praying that you kept your heart to yourself, that you are still willing to give it to me. Love makes you happy until it makes you a fool.

giulswrites (via giulswrites)

tookyou2weeks-deactivated202107

And so I ask you, how on Earth is it my fault that you fell in love with a rose and forget that it had thorns?

Perpetually Lonely Girl || 11/8/16 (via perpetuallylonelygirl)

shdidihrhdjs-deactivated2018081

She was hopelessly in love with the boy who could not see her worth. Who would not acknowledge her efforts and who would not love her the way she deserved.

t.i // (via words-she-will-never-say)

stargazerinmoksha

Three relationships later, I still understand why you decided to leave words that just won’t die inside of veins that just keep feeling for hands that just won’t let go. But it’s just memories. Three failed relationships later, I still try to see the ugly along with the pretty. One says that I cry too much. One says that I’m too lovely when I’m down. One says that this wasn’t all for nothing. I’m taking pieces of you wherever I go. Wherever I’ll die, I’ll remember the lovers of yesterday– they’re always around. Even if kissing new people means I won’t be kissing you, at least– they’re still putting love into this void that you’ve put into me. Some words strike at 3 am and I’m still vulnerable, still sight seeing when I should be writing, still finding when I should be finding myself, still loving when I should be loving myself, still looking for people like you– when I should be looking for people like me. Someone lost that wants to be found. Someone running from problems much bigger than a broken heart, some still aching to be loved when love seems impossible– a coral cloud amongst pale, a sunset blue blending in with the dirt, your eye colors still playing the piano keys that means you’re musically ready for sleep, I’ve been sleeping to dream about more things to keep me awake. It’ll be three years later one day, I wonder if then– if by then, maybe I’ll stop writing about hurting and I’ll be writing about smiling.

A few words (via poetryleftbyher)