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asmileisthebeginofhappiness:

solarilty:

xiza:

vintagelittleteacup:

california-studs:

fastenyourfuckingbelts:

polluteify:

im-simply-me:

1hey:

it hurt when I stumbled across her.  she was like broken glass all along the floor.  but it was beautiful and my curiosity got the best of me.  I remember looking at her and all I could see was pain.  she had this insane look of desperation; you could almost feel it. and yet her eyes were still hollow; like the life had been sucked out of her.  I wanted to pick up her pieces.  I wanted to put her back together. and so I tried. I really did. I got a little cut along the way.  the more I tried to fix her the more fragile I became myself but I didn’t care.  I wanted to see her happy.  every time I made her laugh I thought about how I wanted to make her laugh forever.  she was getting better.  eventually she was put together enough to get up and walk away.  but she didn’t take me with her.  and I’ve been stuck sitting here where I first found her. wondering if the pieces left on the floor are hers or mine. I should probably get the fuck up.

THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL OHMYGOD

wow..

This actually fucking hurt to read.

THIS HURT SO MUCH TO READ

Oh my god, this is so heartbreaking yet so fucking beautiful to read. Just wow, I’m speechless.

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Wow i didn’t see that coming actually
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slayer-slayer-slayer:

krisperson:

The skeleton war was not kind

free him

Sometimes we hold hands when we fuck

because we can be as rough as we want
with each other’s bodies

but me holding your hand is my way of reminding you

that I’m nothing but gentle with your heart.

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Never take a chance with a tattoo artist whose arms are bare. Never put your money on a fighter without any scars. But most importantly, never trust someone who only knows how to tell you they love you with their lips.
After high school you realize you were only friends with some people because you saw them five times a week.
I’m still learning to love the parts of me that no one claps for.
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