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@the-blindeyes
what did this bird do
WHAT DID THIS BIRD DO
It was always you on We Heart It.
what did this bird do
WHAT DID THIS BIRD DO
I loved you in all the ways I could never love myself
maybe that’s why it was so hard to let go // (via s-rendipityy)
If I had to choose a color to describe you, It wouldn’t be red. Red is powerful and vivid and vast. You wouldn’t be Orange - warm, welcoming, and vibrant. You probably wouldn’t be as soft or as bright as yellow. Nor would you be as fresh and wholesome as green. It wouldn’t be blue, either. You are not deep enough or mysterious enough to call yourself blue. You aren’t passionate enough for me to call you indigo and You aren’t loved enough by me to tell you that you are violet. You aren’t a new beginning like the way white makes me feel and you are not as edgy and as beautiful as black. You are a color of your own: bland, monotone, and incomplete. There is no space for you on my color wheel. There is no space for you in my life.
// n.b. (via 21silverlinings)
What the hell am I supposed to do when everything reminds me of you?
4:25am//8:25pm (via withinliminalspaces)
The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, & all they can do is stare blankly.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via depressionheadlock)
i am terrified that twenty years from now i will still look back and feel an ache when i remember the boy who broke my heart all those years ago. and i’ll somehow still miss you. but for you, i’ll probably be just one of the many girls you dated when you were young. you’ll look back and only remember a foggy memory of me; my face, a blurry vision in your mind.
— i think i’ll miss you forever
I actually had a chance and I think that’s what hurt the most.
- I’m a dumbass
He’s not mine and he never will be. And I’m reminded every day. He’s not mine and it fucking kills me.
(my version of cherry by moose blood)
letting go of you was painful. I will never forget the way you made me laugh or the way you set my body on fire with the slightest touch. but I also have to remember how you stabbed me and kept pushing the dagger in deeper with no regrets.
you loved me once but not again (the art of letting go)