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clearly everyone is sick of me and that’s ok bc so am I so am I so am i
She was damaged, just like me. That’s what made her so magnetic. Pulling me in with eyes that reflected a sadness similar to my own. A familiar pain in which I was drawn to.
But unlike me,
She had a way of making broken look beautiful. Beautiful in the way that she still believed in fairytales. A hopeless romantic wanting to be swept off her feet. Aimlessly waiting for someone to break down her walls and actually stay this time.
I envied that about her.
She believed in love and “happily ever afters”. And I worry there is no such thing.
My life is chaotic, just like hers. Maybe that’s what made me so magnetic. Pulling her in with eyes that reflected a fearfulness similar to her own. A familiar uncertainty in which she was drawn to.
But unlike her,
I have a way of making broken look ugly. Ugly in the way that I am beginning to believe love is just a highly contagious disease. An infection that spreads throughout your body attacking your heart. Slowly decaying over time. And I am infected. My heart is nothing more than an unrecognizable pile of rotting flesh. And I have felt nothing but emptiness for as long as I can remember.
Maybe she envied that about me.
I was numb.
And she felt every emotion imaginable.
AB (via wnq-writers)
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BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW BILL CLINTON MOUTHES “THAT’S MY GIRL” CAN WE FUCKING TALK ABOUT THAT.
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Listen, I voted for her, but in my heart I don’t know that I’ve had many moments of truly liking or admiring her. But this moment? This poise? This complete self-control (in a situation where sexist men would expect her to be falling apart)? I have never been prouder or more admiring of someone. I agree, Bill. That’s our girl.
Everyday I think about how you’re doing, but then I remember you’re a waste of my emotions.
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You made it summer in my heart and for a moment I almost forgot I always preferred winter.
Sofia Eloá (via wnq-writers)
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i physically and emotionally can’t take anyone’s shit anymore
don’t call him,
don’t you dare call him when
you’re up past three in the morning
and the feeling of missing him
becomes too much to bear.
because trust me,
he won’t answer and that’ll hurt so much more than crying yourself to sleep every night.
don’t look at old photos again,
don’t you even dare because
if you’re not ready
it’ll just bring up old memories
and moments you’ve spent with him
and it’ll hit you so hard
of how in love you were
that it’ll leave you gasping
and choking for air.
don’t kiss other boys,
oh honey don’t because that won’t help.
you’ll just end up on your knees
two hours later with a sore throat
as you just finished throwing up
the last of what was in your stomach
because their lips wasn’t his
and it didn’t feel the same.
it’ll never feel the same.
and don’t you dare tell yourself
that you’re over him when you’re not
because moments when you’re alone
or outside with a friend
you’ll always see something that’ll remind you of him
and it’ll hurt
and you’ll realize
you aren’t fooling anyone
but yourself.
A.M.// just realize that things happen for a reason and it’s okay to let go. (via tullipsink )
Do you ever just shut off?? Like you could be feeling okay and interacting with people and then all of a sudden *boom* you’re empty. Not hating yourself, not caring about anything… Just feeling disassociated and indifferent to live around you.
