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You rejecting me was both the best and the worst feeling ever. For a week straight a cried and begged and felt so completely broken; we went from texting, video chatting, and calling every second of everyday to completely ignoring each other, pretending “we” never happened. You said you needed to focus on yourself: you wanted to learn to be happy alone, and I had no right to be upset with you–I couldn’t be mad at you, because you were always honest with me. But that didn’t make it hurt any less. Day after day I cried a little more until one day, slowly, the tears started to decrease. You made me realize that I needed to learn something to, and that was to love myself. You showed me how unstable I really was, and I can now see that I was never ready either. I want to thank you for everything, but you won’t even look my way anymore. But thank you for being my favorite lesson.

Your secrets are safe here (via thelovewhisperer)

danaaaaar

Criminal minds (2005- )

bau-obsessed

Excuse me while I swoon and faint.

mychemicalsecret

You make me wanna slit my wrists and play in my own blood.

Bring me the Horizon, What you need (via wheredobrokenhheartsgo)

beautyinthebellejar

Realizing that you're doing everything right but your recovery is still going nowhere:

littlebrokenthoughts

I’m forever drowning in sea of self pity and darkness And sometimes you’re that sweet, pure oxygen that I desperately need And sometimes you’re the hand that holds me under.

I wonder what you’ll be today. (via littlebrokenthoughts)

littlebrokenthoughts

But now the twinkling lights have dulled, the fairy dust has lost its sparkle, and for the first time I can see you for exactly what you are.

(via littlebrokenthoughts)

littlebrokenthoughts

It feels odd. Not massively but in a way that lurks in the shadows at the back of my mind. See, you weren’t a big enough part of my life to cause me to breakdown. But you were enough to make me feel a little broken.

Its been one month since we gave up on us. (via littlebrokenthoughts)

littlebrokenthoughts

And then there’s the grey days. The days where sadness seeps into the cracks in my broken mind and fills up my entire body. The days where I feel alone in alone in a room full of people. The days where I lie, not sleeping but not awake, just existing. The days where my thoughts seem like an empty abyss, one which I’m constantly falling down. The days where no matter how much chocolate I eat, laughter I force, or air I inhale, the whole world seems a little bit darker

The grey days (via littlebrokenthoughts)