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"Move forward and repeat after me with your heart: “I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I..."

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 01:11:55 -0400

“Move forward
and repeat after me with your heart:

“I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself.”

Make love to me
like you know I am better
than the worst thing I ever did.”

- Buddy Wakefield, “We Were Emergencies” (via larmoyante)

"Darling, I hate to tell you that I woke up wanting to die. And an hour later nothing has changed...."

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 22:43:38 -0400

“Darling, I hate to tell you that I woke up wanting to die.
And an hour later nothing has changed. There’s a heaviness inside of me that won’t leave, and it’s dragging me back to the dark places I’ve seen before.
Sometimes my chest feels so tight I think there must be air, building up, soon there will be too much and I’ll pop, and everyone will talk about the tragic accident I became.
I woke up this morning with knots in my stomach and a heavy head, along with the feeling that it doesn’t matter that I woke at all.
I wish to go back to sleep, only this time, to stay that way.”

- (via bluebirdsonawire)

The solitude at 3 am is a lingering reminder that I am still broken.

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 03:25:17 -0400

lynbdank: I am the way I am because, because I never want to make people feel the way I felt these...

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 03:17:05 -0400

lynbdank:

I am the way I am because, because I never want to make people feel the way I felt these past few years.

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Sat, 15 Jun 2013 03:11:04 -0400

lilytrang: Tell me,how often do youtell someoneyou love themand then changeyour minda couple of...

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 03:09:19 -0400

lilytrang:

Tell me,
how often do you
tell someone
you love them
and then change
your mind
a couple of years
later?

Tell me,
how often do you
speak to someone
and promise them
and then
break it
without realizing it?

Tell me,
how often do you
kiss yourself
good night
and think of
how empty
your heart is?

Tell me,
how often?
Because you
do not love
easily
and you do not
know how
heavy words
can be.

So,
tell me,
how often?

"Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder."

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 03:08:51 -0400

“Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.”

- (via vlha)

I don’t know what’s more daunting, complete darkness or an empty silence.

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 03:07:53 -0400

I don’t know what’s more daunting, complete darkness or an empty silence.

"There are some people who could hear you speak a thousand words and still not understand you. And..."

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 23:59:34 -0400

“There are some people who could hear you speak a thousand words and still not understand you. And there are others who will understand without you even speaking a word.”

- Yasmin Mogahed (via excrutiate)

"One of the most amazing things that can happen is finding someone who sees everything you are and..."

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 01:43:06 -0400

“One of the most amazing things that can happen is finding someone who sees everything you are and won’t let you be anything less. They see the potential of you. They see endless possibilities. And through their eyes, you start to see yourself the same way. As someone who matters. As someone who can make a difference in this world.”

- Susane Colasanti, So Much Closer (via gotobedtwentythree)

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Fri, 14 Jun 2013 01:41:15 -0400

"When it’s important enough, you speak up. You tell people what you need, you show them who you are,..."

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 01:27:46 -0400

“When it’s important enough, you speak up. You tell people what you need, you show them who you are, you expose yourself, you ask. And you do this knowing there are consequences, there’s collateral damage but you’ve chosen this. So you can’t feel guilty about this. You just can’t.”

- Emily Owens, M.D. (via lostinthesounds)

shiny-ham: aw

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 01:25:14 -0400

shiny-ham:

aw

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Sat, 01 Jun 2013 15:48:36 -0400

geraldinee: The day I tucked my umbrella away, the rain came. It didn’t even bother to sprinkle,...

Sat, 01 Jun 2013 15:45:21 -0400

geraldinee:

The day I tucked my umbrella away, the rain came.

It didn’t even bother to sprinkle, it poured. Like comets, the raindrops crashed down onto my skin. And I found myself shaking my head once more, wondering when the rain will ever stop.

But I kind of laugh a little.

It’s funny to find myself in the same exact position. Lying in bed and not knowing what the hell to do with myself. I am so tired of this. And then I get up and start to feel just the slightest ounce of motivation, then I fall back into a slumber dwelling on all that’s happening around me. It’s a never ending.. thing. Like, why.

i’m just glad that I’m only like this when I’m alone.

lilytrang: I crave youin the mostinnocent formfor I crave to saygood nightand give youforehead...

Sat, 01 Jun 2013 13:59:26 -0400

lilytrang:

I crave you
in the most
innocent form
for I crave to say
good night
and give you
forehead kisses
and to say
that I adore you
when you feel
at your worst.

I crave you
in ways
where I just
want to be
next to you
and nothing
more or less.

1112pm: I threaten to disappear, often. I take the easy way out. I’d choose the easy way out. I’d...

Sat, 01 Jun 2013 13:01:26 -0400

1112pm:

I threaten to disappear, often. I take the easy way out. I’d choose the easy way out. I’d walk through the bedroom door and not look back. I’d have the last word and almost always, my way. And then he caught onto my routine, my awful habit of recklessness, of instability. I was incapable of believing that anything good was everlasting, or would ever last. But I can recall one night so thoroughly that I can repeat every step and remember every line exchanged. I had ran out in a frenzy, after another fight, another night of yelling and slamming doors/ him punching walls. I half sped walked, and ran barefoot, always barefoot. And for the first time, he didn’t come after me. I didn’t feel his long limbs grab my forearms backwards, I didn’t feel his pressure against my back, holding me from continuing on, turning me around violently so that my face hugged his chest and his fingers would run through my hair, patting me, shushing me, calming me.. finding me in every moment I would lose myself. And I panicked. I shouldn’t have since in reality, we shared the same four walls then and it’s not like it would have been the end of the world, but it sure felt like it. I did the next best thing. I called. I was already halfway around the block of our neighborhood and the darkness was starting to scare me without his footsteps behind me. He was surprised I called, because I never initiated, never let in. I started walking back and saw him at the front door. And immediately, I had forgotten what we were fighting for. My breathing turned into squeaks and then into tears. And I blurted, without hesitation, why didn’t you come after me? As perhaps selfish and self-pitying as it may sound now— I meant it in the most genuine way and he heard it in my voice.I repeated the question over and over again until his hushing and embrace consumed me.

That feeling of giving someone just that much power over you is pretty.. well, frightening. Especially at the end when you two revert back to being strangers, again. There’s always that lingering annoyance. The hey-you-were-so-vulnerable-and it was all for nothing because everyone is bound to leave.

I swore I’d never subject myself to so much vulnerability— or at least that much drama. But at least, the last time I did, he was there to forgive me for my ways and to wipe away all of my crying.

"You’ve a place in my heart no one else ever could have."

Fri, 31 May 2013 20:35:37 -0400

““You’ve a place in my heart no one else ever could have.””

- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Ice Palace (via pumpkinpieandlavender)

THEN, BE.: It’s like all the tension and frustration and moments of weakness that...

Thu, 30 May 2013 20:34:12 -0400

THEN, BE.: It’s like all the tension and frustration and moments of weakness that...:

1112pm:

It’s like all the tension and frustration and moments of weakness that you thought you successfully hid with no-I’m-not-tired’s with your pasted on smile and laughing at your doctor when he tells you you’re severely depressed and all of your trials and errors and efforts just trying to make up for…

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Thu, 30 May 2013 20:33:19 -0400