I care. It fucking terrifies me how much I care. Midnight thoughts (via live-to-listen)

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there’s always this weird moment after a long relationship. after months of not speaking or seeing each other, the anger eventually fades. there’s no more resentment. there’s just you, making your way through the day and occasionally thinking, “wow, i can’t believe that’s really done.”

it doesn’t feel like acceptance or closure, it just feels sad. like you wished you had said good bye and good luck and hugged them like an old friend who was moving away.

(via hidden-scars-will-kill)

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The truth is, I feel beyond sad. I feel empty. Numb.  Elizabeth Scott, Love You Hate You Miss You (via makelhaft)

(Source: feellng, via im-not-doing-okay)

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The difference is.
I fucking poured my heart out and gave you everything I had.
You just said sorry.

Beca. (via thebeachthing)


(via dizzdip)

(via kittens-andbongs)

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90% of horse movies
  • girl: *finds horse who is impaired in some way*
  • girl: dad can I keep it
  • dad: no there's no hope for it let's go
  • girl: dad u idiot u don't get me
  • girl: *visits horse in middle of the night*
  • *cuts to girl riding the horse in an open field bc she is free and her dad can't control her*
  • dad: how dare u
  • girl: just let me prove to u this horse is special
  • girl: *enters race*
  • girl: *wins*
  • dad: u make me so proud
  • horse: *whinnies*
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but maybe snow is just angels
flicking ashes from their
cigarettes down to earth
and the days we spend home
from school playing in powdered
crystals will leave us coughing
up smoke when we turn 16

and the light pink dress your
mother used to make you wear
will turn red where it hits your
hips and kisses the tips of
your wrists and your mother
will ask you why there’s blood
on all your clothing and you’ll
pretend like you haven’t been
doing drugs in the bathroom
at school and crying so much

and one of these days I’ll scream
at you to kiss me and you’ll do it
and we’ll both burn into the ground
and watch our bones melt into
nothing because we are nothing
even though we’ve got ourselves
convinced that we’re the world
but at least your lips are against

and you don’t always feel it at
first but when you feel it oh god
you feel it

and liquor seems like a good idea
until it’s not

and you’ll get better at feeling sorry
for yourself and bandaging cuts

and you’ll get better and finding
the stars under your skin and
learning to breathe again

and you’ll lose your fucking mind
but you’ll find it
and again
and again

and I’m terrified of growing up and
leaving behind chapped lips and
peach tasting kisses and fireworks
and headaches and eyes filled with
oceans pouring down your face and
flooding your mouth
but I would go anywhere with you

Growing Up (via extrasad)

(via these-fading-scars)

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My mom taught me one thing:
You don’t always have to tell people you love them. You just have to give them no reason to doubt it. irishjulienne’s, saying i love you is not a habit (via happy-absturz)

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I sleep. I reel with the dizziness of how empty I am. Christine Murray, from Three Women (After Sylvia Plath)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via heartbrokenbutmissingyou)

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isolated at heart ♡