Sunday with 6,434 notes / reblog

sometimes I want the pain you left me with to stay, so I have it to cling to.
Sunday with 92,722 notes / reblog
"They told me to make her fall in love, I had to make her laugh. But every time she laughed, I was the one who fell in love."
Unknown (via ohteenscanrelate)

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Sunday with 91,524 notes / reblog
"— So this morning, we are having breakfast together, and I looked up from my cereal and I said: you know what I wanna do today? I wanna marry you.
— I had just woken up. I didn’t look cute. That’s how I know he meant it."
Jim and Pam, The Office (via stevie-badass)

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wtf you mean real women have curves? all women are real women


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Sunday with 271,493 notes / reblog



Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because 
I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside
of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.
The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told
me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded
my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.
I had stars in my lungs but I burned them
all out with the cigarettes I was smoking
to get you the fuck out of my throat. The
flowers growing at the bottoms of my 
stomach are dead. Apparently you  
can’t water flowers with vodka.
I had the sky in my veins but it’s
been pretty fucking stormy since I
ripped them open. I had planets 
on the tip of my tongue but
the debris from the shattered 
remains of “us” have been
crashing into them. I was
everything. And then I met
you and we were everything.
Now you’re fucking some
blonde girl who gets
high all the time and
I’m a fucking

this is my favorite fucking poem ever ever ever

"There are days that I cannot find the sun even though its right outside my goddamn window."
Neil Hilborn, “This is Not the End of the World” (via beba-s)

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"Revenge is living well, without you."
Joyce Carol Oates
Six words: 24/? (via poisoneddyouthh)

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"My life’s a bunch of almosts."
Shari Bonnin
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"Lust is Saturday night; love is Sunday morning."
Kid in my lit class (via unfadedlight)

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And god fucking damn don’t you dare believe those poetic assholes
who tell you that being this way makes you fragile and that you are broken.

You may be hurting but you sure as hell are every bit the person you were before this
and razor blades
and cigarettes
and starving your beautiful soul won’t change anything about you, my dear.
Your skin
still glows in the darkness and your eyes
are still filled with brilliance and god fucking damn
when you laugh
it’s like everything in the world hits pause for a split second.

I just need you to understand that you are not the disorder you were diagnosed with // (a.e.m.g.)

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