She did not want to move, or to speak. She wanted to rest, to lean, to dream. She felt very tired. - Virginia Woolf, The Years  (via jaimelannister)

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my sister has eyelids like this and she always looks like she’s wearing lavender eyeshadow it’s pretty
I fucking hate admitting to someone that I miss them. It makes me feel so small and pathetic, because while I’m awake at 4am thinking about you, you probably haven’t thought of me in months. It makes me feel so stupid and I honestly wish I could forget you. But I can’t. - (via mysuicidalharmony)

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If you gotta force it, just leave it alone. Relationships, friendships, ponytails.. Just leave it. - Reyna Biddy  (via fridaykids)

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Some days, I totally hate you for walking away and other days I completely understand. - But either way, I always miss you. (via sincerelyhappines)

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You deserve someone who will always text back,
someone who will kiss you and won’t blame it on alcohol.

You deserve someone who will never make you feel like you can’t be loved.

You deserve someone who can see the pain behind your smile
and comfort you without a word.

You deserve someone who will hold you and tell you everything will be okay when it seems like the world is crumbling down.

You deserve someone who will never leave you or take you for granted, who has seen you at your worst and still loves you.

- Words of advice for my bestfriend (via missinyouiskillingme)

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My problem was that no one ever needed me as much as I needed them. - (58/365) by (KJ)

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If you don’t like where you are, move on. You are not a tree. -

Unknown  (via psych-facts)

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Driving Into the Sunset
Dan Logan







it hurt when I stumbled across her.  she was like broken glass all along the floor.  but it was beautiful and my curiosity got the best of me.  I remember looking at her and all I could see was pain.  she had this insane look of desperation; you could almost feel it. and yet her eyes were still hollow; like the life had been sucked out of her.  I wanted to pick up her pieces.  I wanted to put her back together. and so I tried. I really did. I got a little cut along the way.  the more I tried to fix her the more fragile I became myself but I didn’t care.  I wanted to see her happy.  every time I made her laugh I thought about how I wanted to make her laugh forever.  she was getting better.  eventually she was put together enough to get up and walk away.  but she didn’t take me with her.  and I’ve been stuck sitting here where I first found her. wondering if the pieces left on the floor are hers or mine. I should probably get the fuck up.



This actually fucking hurt to read.


Oh my god, this is so heartbreaking yet so fucking beautiful to read. Just wow, I’m speechless.

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