Linda

Albanian; 21; New York City ❥

[califorfun]

[liarsanddesires]

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[blossomfully]

I cared a lot once,” she admitted wryly. “And it ruined me. So now I don’t care for much at all. I work in extremes like that.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #152 (via blossomfully)

[baddies]

♡baddies♡

[wnq-writers]

You and the dark have a lot in common; you both are easy to get lost in.

mental-wonderland (via wnq-writers)

[chaexxo]

[wordsthat-speak]

Every day, I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything; my head is bursting with it.

Claude Monet (via sheholdsyoucaptivated)

[wnq-writers]

I would kill to start over with you. Without forgetting our past and all of the things we’ve gone through, I would kill to be able to say ‘Can we have a redo? I would like to get to know the person you are now.’

Morgan Claire, i miss you (via wordsnquotes)

[kenakiid]

Once Upon A Time A few mistakes ago I was in your sights You got me alone You found me You found me You found me I guess you didn’t care And I guess I liked that And when i fell hard You took a step back Without me Without me Without me And she’s long gone When she’s next to me And I realize The blame is on me

[zanabism-deactivated20200529]

the problem is that men are raised to overlook the pain they cause and women are raised to quietly bear the pain they feel. men will never understand the burdens women carry solely for their ego and well being. men will never truly suffer the way women suffer. 

[wnq-writers]

She was that kind of Girl, That everyone was looking for. But no one could really see.

infinitynh (via wordsnquotes)

[treysongs-blog1]

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[love-personal]

[twloha]

Forgiving him was almost effortless. Society gave him the perfect alibi. Society told him he wasn’t culpable for his crime. No, the crime scene was my burden to bear from the start: my dress, my demeanour, my callousness. So I forgave him. But when I forgave him, I still needed to shift the blame, to point the finger, to curse someone else’s name. So I committed a worse crime: I blamed myself.

Thami Aluvihare, “Victory Lap” (via twloha)

[lifeinpoetry]

you look just like your mother

            i guess i do carry her tenderness well

you both have the same eyes

            cause we are both exhausted

and the hands

            we share the same wilting fingers

but that rage your mother doesn’t wear that anger

            you’re right             this rage is the one thing             i get from my father

— Rupi Kaur, from milk and honey

[blondeadvisory]

[vaterficker]

[funkypenis]

My thoughts are my worst enemy

(via izzzynewbold)