Örök

Te leszel a szívem. Mindig dobogni fogsz értem.

Nélküled meghalok.

~H.B.18.07.30.

Attól, hogy különböztök egymástól az nem azt jelenti, hogy nem illettek össze.

I touched your shadow, you touched the drop of blood that stood for my heart. The sun, moon, and earth moved around one another in long-established patterns like people in love in a story.

— Richie Hofmann, from “All That Is Including Me,” published in The Baffler

why do i get so attached.. i just end up mentally and emotionally hurting myself

one time i got attached and it fucked me up the arse -

I thought I was fine then I dropped into what pulls. For so long my anchor’s been pain, a lodestone magnetized and electric I came to understand this what as, feeling.

— Layli Long Soldier, from “King,” published in Hyperallergic

I will never get better… X_X

— Alfonsina Storni, from “So It Is,” tr. Nicholas Friedman, published in Poetry Northwest (via lifeinpoetry)

my blog will make you smile ♥

Gyűlölve szerettelek, bőgve átkoztalak

i hope you all fall in love with someone who never stops choosing you and i hope you feel at home when you look at them

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Sose fogom hagyni a gyerekemnek, hogy regisztráljon tumblira.

Az már azt jelentené, hogy elkéstem.

My eating habits are almost as unhealthy as my obsession with serial killers.

Twenty Øne Piløts - Migraine