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"I’ve been hurt so bad and I still love so hard. I admire my heart for that."
Alexandra Elle, Words from a Wanderer (via thelittleyellowdiary)
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"How to kill someone;
Hold their hand and then never touch their skin again,
See them nearly everyday and pretend they don’t exist,
Act like everything you ever said to them was a lie."
Was this your plan all along? (via wildf-lowers)
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"I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore."
(via chanel-cigaretttes)
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"We’re all trying to forget someone."
Six Word Story (via corne-a)
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"It’s not what people do to you, but what they mean, that hurts."
E.M. Forster, The Longest Journey (via larmoyante)
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I don’t know what I wanted from you, and maybe that was the problem, it was me; that my thoughts were vague, my dreams too big. I was a paradox, an unclear concept, one day I wanted you to love me the next I wanted to be alone. You didn’t know how to love me because I gave you no basis or foundation to love me by. Naturally, I continue to blame myself because I don’t know what I wanted from you and I knew little about what I deserved.

But I know for sure I didn’t deserve the lies, the confusion and crushing sadness at 3am and most certainly not your pathetic empty words and promises. So I may be lost, a traveller in a finite world, but because of you I will always remember my worth.

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A thankyou letter. (via pennyroyalprincess)
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"Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody is fucking happy. Nobody has skin made from oil paint and sunlight. Nobody fucking understands this world. Fuck, nobody probably understands math as much as they claim. You’re here one day and the next you’re not. God? Religion? I’ve learned a lot more about the world by eating acid and swallowing pills. Tell me what your church has done for you? Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from speaking lies? Wanna know the fucking truth? Pity is just another word for pathetic. Drink beer and watch the sunrise from every rooftop. Take photographs naked. Take photographs kissing. Take photographs having sex. Stop making everything about sexuality. Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody really gives a damn if you lost your virginity at fourteen or if you were the president in high school. Wanna know the fucking truth? There is no such thing as the right person. People leave. They change like ocean currents, they leave you with bruises in your calves. And you wanna know the fucking truth? You get better. You learn to love. You find God in between the cracks of a wall when you’re puking your limbs out. You wanna know the fucking truth? Go find it."
something someone should have told me when i was eighteen  (via irynka)
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can we just take a moment to appreciate ian somerhalder..