"Leaving me was okay. People leave me all the time, I’m used to it. I’m prepared for it."

Source: actionsofallyourthoughts

"I gave wrong people the right pieces of me."

Source: jakuzarskey

"Have enough courage to trust love one more time. And always one more time."

- Maya Angelou (via larmoyante)

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"The important people in our lives leave imprints. They may stay or go in the physical realm, but they are always there in your heart, because they helped form your heart. There’s not getting over that"

- David Leviathan (via occupiedmuslim)

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Source: onlinecounsellingcollege

"I saw my earlier selves as different people, acquaintances I had outgrown. I wondered how I could ever have been some of them."

- Roger Zelazny, The Courts of Chaos (via wordsnquotes)

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do you ever just get a vibe that someone has a crush on you and then you’re not sure if they actually do or if you’re just really really self-absorbed

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Source: missvoltairine

I watch the monster in my head
Become strangers in my bed,
Ghosts of forgotten dreams and
Melancholic memories hanging on
The bed frame, invisible shackles
Holding us to the people we should be.

It’s this seeping cancer of fear
That keeps me clinging onto the
Anonymous figures, as if they were life,
As if they they could cure me of this,
But they aren’t enough, they feed the
Sickness, and I watch it climb up
My limbs like vines, stealing the light
From the life beneath.

You are the mirror beside my bed —
I turn to you and see the truth, see
The hollowness of my life and what
I have become. But there is hope,
Sunlight reflecting off your surface,
And I am blinded by it, for a moment,
For a time.

Blinking, dazed,
I watch the strangers disappear with
Their ghosts, slinking to the shadows
Of their uneasy shame, and the
Wind blows through, wisps of breath
Caught in their tendrils from being
Warmed by the sun.

I turn back to you,
See hope fold around an image
That I thought had died long ago,
And I smile, relieved.


Will you remember me in ten years?
I’ll remember you in ten years —
Hell, I’ll remember you in a hundred
When even my name slips, forgotten,
Tumbling down the crumbling edge of
A mind filled with thoughts of winter,
Of blue eyes and a kind, easy smile.

I’m yours, forever, willing to wait
Lifetimes for you, keeping the memory
Warm and safe within a beating cage,
Memory of a relief so great that ancient
Walls fell like sandcastles against the tide, relief that love was real, that
Waiting wasn’t a waste, never, never.

Will you remember me in ten years?
I’ll remember you until there is nothing
Left, when I’d still feel right, even then,
Yours. Always.


"My greatest problem is, I will always look at you with love in my eyes, and you will always glance at me with uncertainty in your eyes."

- Do you see my problem?  (via amphotera)

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Source: dollpoetry




could i pay someone to take over my body who actually knows how to look after it so they can like. make me healthy again and then let me take over once i’m fit n healthy

You mean a personal trainer and a nutritionist

no i mean some sort of supernatural being who can do literally all of the work for me

(via ayyys-and-bees)

Source: shuckl