1. 01:30 2nd Sep 2014

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  2. 01:30 1st Sep 2014

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    When he says
    He doesn’t love you anymore,
    Roll your shoulders back
    And look him in the eye
    Even when it feels like your ribs
    Are breaking inward, like spider legs.
    When he digs up old aches
    That he swore he forgave you for,
    And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.
    Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper
    Running all the way up your throat to your mouth.
    When he blames you
    For mistakes that wear his face,
    Do not scream.
    Do not cry.
    Tell him that there are boys
    Who would be proud to say they’d loved you.
    Tell him that in two years
    You won’t even remember his name
    And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie.
    When he leaves
    Ignore the howling in your blood
    And do not get up after him.
    Not even to lock the door.
    Do not, do not
    Do not.
    Smell his shirts when you box them up
    To give them back.
    Not one.
    Swear off dating when you realize
    You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile.
    It’s okay to cry over him.
    It’s even okay to forgive him.
    But do not go back to him.
    If he did not know how to love you the first time,
    He won’t know how to do it the next.

    How To Pretend It Doesn’t Hurt, by Ashe Vernon  (via 1811181)

    Holy fucking shit

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  3. 01:30 31st Aug 2014

    Notes: 993

    Reblogged from letsget-friskyy

    Do you ever think where you went wrong, like maybe you weren’t pretty enough or funny enough? But then you start thinking, ‘No, he is the one that isn’t good enough for me. I’m a strong, independent woman who doesn’t need validation from some stupid boy.’
    — you’re gonna regret taking me for granted (via insert-poetic-username-here)
  4. 01:30 30th Aug 2014

    Notes: 2622

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    Sometimes there’s so much beauty in the world, I feel like I can’t take it, and my heart is just going to cave in.
    — American Beauty (1999) dir. by Sam Mendes (via sne)

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  5. 01:30 29th Aug 2014

    Notes: 309

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    It’s never too late to be what you might have been.
  6. 01:30 28th Aug 2014

    Notes: 408

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  7. 01:30 27th Aug 2014

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Guys I’m ready for fall


    Guys I’m ready for fall

  8. 18:55 26th Aug 2014

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  9. 18:50

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    "i understand women have it bad but men have it bad too"


    "i mean, women are almost equal to men as it is"


    "i’m not a feminist, i believe in equality"


  10. 01:30

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  11. 01:30 25th Aug 2014

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  12. 01:30 24th Aug 2014

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  13. 01:30 23rd Aug 2014

    Notes: 1242

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    But she might hold him. That was all that mattered now. To hold him. To hold him. Not to let him go. Make him stay.
    — Ernest Hemingway, The Torrents of Spring (via feellng)
  14. 01:30 22nd Aug 2014

    Notes: 4031

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    But eventually you learn that you just can’t save anyone no matter how hard you try. People have to want to change, they have to want to do better, and to be better. All you can do is love people and pray for them and be present when they need you. But you can’t save them; at the end of the day, we all have to save ourselves.
    — Kovie Biakolo, You Can’t Save Anyone (via feellng)
  15. 01:30 21st Aug 2014

    Notes: 4268

    Reblogged from letsget-friskyy

    Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.
    — Charles Bukowski (via observando)