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Mostly pictures & quotes. Maybe some food.

[m0rbid-things]

[intentandoserhumano]

Dime, amor, que todavía no somos recuerdo… que aún queda algo de nosotros.

J. Weitnauer (via intentandoserhumano)

[wordsnquotes]

I can’t take it anymore. The waiting. The wanting. Something inside me snaps. I hate myself. I hate that I have to deal with this. I hate my life. And I hate how I can’t count on anyone to be completely there when I need them, exactly the way I need them to be.

Susane Colasanti, Waiting For You (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

This December I’m planning on letting you go, but it’s like the wind on a cold day—it sends a chill that makes my heart beat faster, the goosebumps and shivers part of that exhilaration. Think of it like this—I take off on long runs and I still come back to the place we met, replaying memories like old film reels in my head. They’re already tinged with sepia, one year ago and it feels like forever. Do you play them back, too? Do you ever miss the way we used to make each other laugh? Do you miss us? Because lately all I do is think about where I was a year ago, meeting you for the first time and making you laugh, and talking so fast that we ran out of breath. I miss you this December. And I don’t want to miss you. Leaving has become less of a distant daydream and more of a reality, and the only certain thing now is that neither of us will be where we are now. The new year will separate us, finally sever that last thread linking us together. And I don’t want to hurt. I don’t want to miss you like this. Like late night poetry, and the dizziness of a blow to the head whenever you walk by without a glance. I don’t want to be the girl who can’t let go of something she lost a long time ago, or begrudge you any happiness you might find. I don’t want to miss you like a weight on my chest, like a physical thing resting behind my eyes, watching you as though from far away, watching you recede like my hometown in my rearview mirror. This December I am letting you go, I tell myself. I cloak myself in ‘I don’t care,’ put up shields of nonchalance and make excuses about work like I can’t be bothered. This December I want to be better. And maybe one day I will forget about you, like I forgot the first boy I fell in love with. Maybe one day it won’t hurt to see you, like claws raking across my chest. Maybe I’ll get to a place where I’m okay with you walking out of my life. Maybe I’ll be okay. But what if I don’t want to let you go? What if the idea of forgetting you fills me with incredible remorse? What if I’m tired of breaking my own heart? What if I’m tired of the pressure of plans and scraping my heart out, of replaying old memories and telling myself I can’t want you anymore? What if I’m tired of just okay? What if this December, I’m just yours?

jasminawritespoetry, ‘December’  (via wnq-writers)

[psych-facts]

Don’t let another year go by without progress.

(via psych-facts)

[nevertherestillhere]

I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?

Sylvia Plath (via nevertherestillhere)

[psychquotesss]

I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough, it’ll make sense.

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via psych-facts)

[mimundoentrelibro-deactivated20]

Ella ve la belleza en todo menos en sí misma.

(via mi-mundo-entre-libros)

[w-i-n-t-e-r-]

[luvchristmas]

Active cozy winter/Christmas blog 💕❄️

[juliamstarr]

[wnq-writers]

. i want him so bad i want him terribly but my thorns are too sharp and he’d never in a million reasons dare to come close to me. . i want him so bad i want him terribly but my body’s full of tornadoes and his is radiating of rainbows but that’s totally fine with me. . i want him so bad i want him terribly but my petals are always wilting while yours won’t stop blooming cause we’re two opposites, incompatible and contradictory. . i want him so bad i want him terribly but he’s the type of guy who climbs mountain instead of cliffs, and no one wants to risk everything for someone unworthy like me. . i want him so bad i want him terribly yet im just the deep dark ocean and he’s an unwaveringly beautiful sky who’s way too perfect for me. . i want him so bad god i fucking want him terribly but a monster like me would never exist in his world for he’s an evergreen and im a hawthorne tree.

secnarfile (via wordsnquotes)

[sexemulators]

The trouble with not having a goal is that you can spend your life running up and down the field and never score.

Bill Copeland (via quotethatword)

[sexemulators]

You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

Rumi (via quotethatword)

[naturaekos]

Pause and remember — No one is coming to rescue you from yourself; your inner demons, your lack of confidence, your dissatisfaction with yourself and life. Only self-love and good decisions will rescue you.

Jenni Young (via naturaekos)

[newblogisjacindaelena]

[apoemaday]

The Unbearable Weight of Staying

by Warsan Shire

i don’t know when love became elusive what i know, is that no one i know has it my fathers arms around my mothers neck fruit too ripe to eat, a door half way open when your name is a just a hand i can never hold everything i have ever believed in, becomes magic. i think of lovers as trees, growing to and from one another searching for the same light, my mothers laughter in a dark room, a photograph greying under my touch, this is all i know how to do, carry loss around until i begin to resemble every bad memory, every terrible fear, every nightmare anyone has ever had. i ask did you ever love me? you say of course, of course so quickly that you sound like someone else i ask are you made of steel? are you made of iron? you cry on the phone, my stomach hurts i let you leave, i need someone who knows how to stay.

[jay-visual]