"As long as you know men are like children you know everything."

Coco Chanel (via twentyearsandthespringisover)

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"Long story short, he stopped breathing.
For some reason I liked it, it was really exciting."

"Garbage" by Tyler, the Creator (via sturggles)

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"It took me a moment to find myself curled up in the backseat of her mind. It took me even longer to finally put down the shards of bones I took from her ribs; they were hiding under the flesh in my thigh, coated in kisses of tissue
& blood.
All I wanted to do was have the strength to walk away from a summer night in my driveway, where I gave her my blade after pushing it into my thumb. I don’t remember how much I bled on her shirt, but she never let me forget it, like I owed her something I could never give away for free.
I wrote her a love poem that night, before I even had the chance to put together her spine
she was a puzzle not wanting to be completed
she had pieces of her locked in a chest of flesh I could never get to.
I didn’t have the key.
I wrote about butterflies, dancing on my fingertips the first time she held my hand
& how she saved me from falling into the toilet because I was busy throwing up the insecurities that were lodged in my throat. All I ever wanted was something honest from someone.
All I ever wanted was to know that I didn’t have to feel this way, alone, but all she ever did was hand me my blade. She wasn’t ignorant of my habits,
she just never moved from her seat when I
walked away from her to do it, the temptation of
her
on the other end of a phone I wasn’t allowed to touch.
I dont know how this poem ends.
I keep finding new ways to start them.
Is there a 12 step-program for recovering hearts? Don’t tell me it’s been a year since I walked away from her. I just found out that she is dating the person I thought she was cheating on me with. Don’t tell me to get over the scars when I stare at them every day of my life. Do not tell me that’s not the way to live because I stopped for a child I haven’t had yet so I don’t have to explain to them why mommy made herself cry. Do not think that just because I stopped bleeding means I have stopped feeling. Do not tell me you know me, if you haven’t asked me anything."

You’re Lying If You Say You’re Okay (via r-ecalescence)

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mcshaywesaytis:

True words

mcshaywesaytis:

True words

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"Don’t be frightened when you wake up hearing the moon call your name, for I talk about you every night and am no longer the only one crazy about you."

Pien Pouwels  (via oceanflowerbird)

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"Who taught you that it was okay to hate yourself?"

Ten word story #35 (via hell—and-silence)

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(Source: you-fuckin-bellend)

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"For someone who was never meant for this world, I must confess I’m suddenly having a hard time leaving it. Of course, they say every atom in our bodies was once part of a star. Maybe I’m not leaving… maybe I’m going home."

Vincent, Gattaca (via userfromtheouterspace)

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clearlyymisunderstood:

Nostalgia

clearlyymisunderstood:

Nostalgia

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(Source: life-breaks-you)

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