PFFT.

Not everything is as simple as "just stop"

PFFT.
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"I collected the shards of you and me that were left over when you broke us. It’s not beautiful. It’s not spiritual. It’s soul destroying. Whenever I try to touch the pieces, my hands get cut on the sharp edges. I can’t touch us anymore. We’re gone. We’re gone and it hurts, so much."
21/09/14 (via incoloure)
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exceptioninq:

third degree burns // don’t delete
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unrealisticstory:

20.02.2014
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"And if you’re going to walk out of my life and leave, I ask one thing of you. Once you’re gone and you see that I’m doing fine, don’t you dare come back."
Things I wish I could tell you (via soulsscrawl)
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lovemetoinfinity:

fancypancakes:

I will reblog this until my fingers bleed

so true
lovemetoinfinity:

fancypancakes:

I will reblog this until my fingers bleed

so true
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"Your real first love will make you realize that your first love wasn’t really your first love."
Unknown (via dingyfeathers)
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"

She was broken.
The fragments of her heart dug into her rib cage.
Every breath made her body cave.
There was a hole in her heart.
She was too battered to fill it up.

He had a knack for fixing things.
Slowly, his fingers began to fade the scars on her arms.
Whenever he kissed her, he brought life to her lips once again.
He restored her heart to its original condition.
The cracks were barely noticeable.

He didn’t know what to do with something that was whole.
He found another pair of clouded eyes to make clear.

Her heart barely ached when he left.
She was strong.
She wasn’t broken anymore.

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(via inkonapagepoetry)