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Second chances are scarier than first chances, because the second time you know how much you’re risking.

Nora Roberts, The Collector (via caliner)

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Boil mint leaves and lavender buds, spoon in honey, and stir. This isn’t for your winter-worn throat, but your burning heart; how to finally cast that khaki-wearing asshole out of your chest and breathe in something/someone new. You’ve been sleeping in the same sweatpants for weeks now, and no man deserves that kind of power. Bring it back where it belongs: long hair and candles glowing and poorly versed rhymes. Claim your body back. Enchant this home to only know a love it deserves.

Schuyler Peck, The Witch of Heartache (via schuylerpeck)

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I am done fighting for us. It’s time I learn that you don’t give a shit about me anymore.

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I’m writing to tell you it hurts. On the best days, he tastes like too much red wine and it’s only now that it is easier for him to tell you he loves you— to tell you what you wait/deserve/want to hear. After the bar, he fairytales into late night laughter and falling asleep bare-skinned. These have become the best nights, and my sweetheart, they come so seldom. It is now that you avoid eye contact with the letters you wrote to yourself at fifteen; how she would shake her fists and tell me she grew up to be stronger than this– that we didn’t bruise to become softer, we didn’t love so damn hard because we wanted silence. More than I can paint in letters, this hurts. After you, I don’t know if I’ll ever trust again. After you, is a life I never pictured.

Schuyler Peck, I Will Cross This River (via schuylerpeck)