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As usual, there is a great woman behind every idiot. John Lennon (via feellng)
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Trust the vibes you get, energy doesn’t lie. (via wolf-cub)

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I never knew what it was like to get my heart broken until she broke mine
And yet I still hope for her name to light up my phone
Saying she’s sorry
That she screwed up and she wants me back
God damn it I hate how people romanticise heartbreak
There is nothing pretty about being hurt so badly
You feel like there is nothing left
Loving somebody so much you lose sight of anything rational
Because damn I still find myself awake at 4am outside smoking
with your name on the imprint of my mind
Trying to burn out your name from my throat
Crying over how much I miss you
How I miss your voice
Your touch
How I would have you back although you hurt me so profoundly
There is nothing pretty about this unhealthy love
I would much rather you left me with bruises and scars
than the pain you left me internally (I miss you so much)

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Tell me.
Someone tell me how I am to go from putting all my energy and thoughts into one single human,
And then suddenly stop caring?
How are his eyes and freckles and lips not going to be running through my head every single goddamn second of the day?
Someone tell me why, why god why is it the people whom you love most always get taken away from you?
Tell me please how I am supposed to go one more fucking day without hearing his voice sing in my ears.
How the hell am I supposed to continue on life when I just want to curl up and die?
What do you do when you’re best friend is so far from being your best friend?
Please. (via tummmmmmy)

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And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself. Unknown (via no-crack-just-c0ke)

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