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“and some days I have to lie to myself; to make myself believe that everything is fine- just to get through the day.”

pretending to be happy was an even shorter temporary distraction (via paintedeath)

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behind these limestone, bleached walls and those muted, old halls, are stories. and above them, are the memories above the cracks and crevices, are memories displayed- in which people crave to call them aesthetic wastes. but these walls are not public churches, where you can praise an egotistical God. These walls are homes to many, and you shouldn’t mean to prod.

invaded (via paintedeath)

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honestly not even sure what it is but I like to perceive it as fire showing that you, (or in this case, the hands) can birth a beautiful, dangerous mess. Again, it depends on you interpret it :)

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a very old poem I wrote; called "candle"

Delicate, yet so sure of herself, Confident, yet reserved. Small, or big She knew what she could take. She was a candle and she knew she couldn’t take you. You were either weak and dainty, a soft tug in the air. or strong and bold; sharp and whipped. You were the wind, And you knew you could destroy me. Furious and stunning, my flame stood out beyond my width. The fire within me began to dance with you- the wind. But as our song started to near the end, the dancing got more complex, faster and wild. Until, you took all my strength and blew me out. You took all my dreams and lit them to flames, I watched them float to the sky, into the lonely abyss. I watched you turn from reserved, caring and gentle to whipping my ankles as you fled past. The song, was our life, The dance, was our relationship, You were the wind and I was the candle.

[the-night-sky-is-crying-again]

getting bored of this blog ... Time for a nEw one ;);)

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[jennniferturtlee-deactivated201]

For sure.

[herediteary]

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one direction | perfect like or reblog if you save or use!!

[the-night-sky-is-crying-again]

well damn I haven't been on here in ages

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on the first, she choked on her sobs, hit in the face with the realisation that he’s not coming back. on the fifth, she was still suffocating herself with her pillow, as she drowned it in tears. on the ninth, she was engulfed by the noise of her loved ones, and the annoyance that filed their tones. on the twelfth, she remembered all the times she’s experienced with him. on the sixteenth, she didn’t feel like it was real, she ignored everyone and everything. She sat alone. on the twentieth, she walked to the park and found a river, and crossed to the opposite side. On the twenty-third she went back and sat in the middle, music entering her ears. on the twenty fourth, her throat was sore. But this was not caused by bacteria, but more of a lump of tears she couldn’t manage to free. On the twenty sixth she slept all day, and wished to never again wake. On the twenty ninth her wish came true, and woke up to an empty mind. On the thirty first, he came to visit her, tears clouded his eyes as he came to realise, that she was a new canvas, and he, was a month too late.

the march she fell apart {a month shortened to a year}

[parajdi]

[be-fearless-brave-and-kind]

Dear future child If it’s 3am and you find yourself in a world of complete despair Please do not turn to strangers on the internet for solace as I did Please climb onto my bed And I will hold you until the demons sleep If it is Thursday morning and you are too sad to move I won’t force you I will buy ice cream and we will watch your favourite tv show and I will remind you of your importance If you feel as if you have no purpose I will remind you that you were created entirely with love and every pain you feel, I feel too When you’re sure you can’t go on anymore I will tell you that when I was 21 I searched for peace at the bottom of a vodka bottle chased by a bottle of pain killers But that five years later When you were placed in my arms in the delivery room I realised that you were why I had been holding on Without realising it, you saved me, do you know how amazing that is? So if you ever feel like grabbing that vodka bottle, put it down, we will get in the car and I will drive until the sky turns magenta I will show you how the sun rises every morning to encourage you to rise too Sweetheart I refuse to be unaware of your sufferings As my mother was to mine.

Your mental health is my priority. (via be-fearless-brave-and-kind)

[asofterwayofbeing]

When I tell you my heart aches. When I tell you my light seems to fade away. When I tell you there is a fist on my throat or too much water in my gut. When I tell you I find it hard to sleep anytime of the day, no matter how tired I am. When I tell you I am afraid of almost everything and everyone and every places. When I tell you all these. When I am crying and swearing do not hush me down. It is okay you do not know what to do or what to say or where to touch me. Do not try to comfort me. When I tell you all these, just listen listen listen.

irishjulienne, how to be human if not a friend or a lover (via talkingoutsoft)

[bootyscientist-deactivated20160]

If shawty not feeling you and YOU choose to stick around, then you’ve accepted a friendship role. She didn’t “friend zone” you, you friend zoned your fucking self

If ass is all you want and she’s not putting out, then say your farewells and stop wasting both her time and your time. Don’t be a fucking lame and pretend to be her friend so you can fuck later down the road, AND THEN act like a fucking child when she doesn’t let you fuck later down the road. She don’t owe you shit.

You were a good friend to her? Congrats, she owes you nothing.

You always listened to her whine about her boyfriend? Congrats, she owes you nothing.

You chose to stick around in hopes of getting some pussy when she made it clear she didn’t want to give you pussy? Congrats, she owes you nothing.

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so my dad just told me a joke (dad joke, I know. Real classy.) & I looked straight at my mum and said "I'm so done with your husband. I'm not even going to call him my dad." (joking around, my dad & I do this a lot. So chill.) and then mockingly, my dad said "I'm so done? What's that supposed to mean." This time I looked right at him, and whispered, "done like josh dun."