It’s so fucking twisted, you know. This whole “love” thing. Like really? You fall in love and you literally fall. You crash to the ground and I swear to god all your bones break. You’re fucking shattered but you don’t notice because you’ve got this beautiful boy whispering in your ear and kissing your neck and nothing else matters. But then he leaves and suddenly you feel it. You feel everything. And you’re hysterically crying in your car at 4 in the morning in some empty parking lot because it’s the only place that doesn’t taste like him and you’re trying to hold your bones together but his old t-shirts don’t work as a cast, wrapping them around your chest won’t fix the craters in your ribs. Nothing stops the aching.

-(via extrasad)

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I’m ashamed of myself because I know I should be better and I have no idea how to get there.

-I Don’t Know Where to Go From Here (#370: April 7, 2014)

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Sep 15305,840 notes

I just want to give up..
Can I call you? I miss the sound of your voice.

-(via bl-ossomed)

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Sep 13363,667 notes
And how odd it is
to be haunted by someone
that is still alive.

-I Guess the Old You is a Ghost (#589: June 25, 2014)

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Sep 12126,067 notes

“You will be a part of me, and I will be a part of you.”
  • Plot twist: He thinks about you too
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