writer--dreamer reblogged
I’m going to do what I want to do. I’m going to be who I really am. And I’m going to figure out what that is.
Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via books-n-quotes)
Source: books-n-quotes
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I do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars.
Richard Siken, Crush (via books-n-quotes)
Source: books-n-quotes
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Source: poemswords
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me: (listens to ‘take on me’)
me, who was not alive in the 80s: god this really brings me back
dirtfiend
man i miss the good old days when i wasnt alive
writer--dreamer reblogged
me: (listens to ‘take on me’)
me, who was not alive in the 80s: god this really brings me back
dirtfiend
man i miss the good old days when i wasnt alive
writer--dreamer reblogged
Yet loving you
felt like
having
the clearest
vision—
after long years
of living
with
blurry ones.
ma.c.a // 20/20 (via disc0vering-myself)
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And now I understand why you get hurt so much. You always end up planting flowers in people’s yards who never water them.
(via howdoiforgetyou)
I hate the way I’m feeling right now.
writer--dreamer reblogged
Source: amargedom
I want a best friend... one that I can hang out with all the time and just be crazy silly together
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Source: bled
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Things i tried to do to get rid of depression #1
Inspired by solange
writer--dreamer reblogged
We tear each other apart and call it love. Condemn the hearts that we used to hold in the palms of our hands; call each other selfish, call each other cold. We’re both equally cruel. We know each other too well. I think. Or we don’t know each other at all.
At night, we fall asleep hungry. Our bodies spaced far apart on the bed. Sometimes I feel you breathe beside me and wonder whether the space between your ribs is the same as when we met. Sometimes I miss your arms, draped over my chest, the sound of your quiet inhale exhale as you bury your face in my neck. Sometimes I wonder how we got here.
In the morning you have coffee and I have tea. The war seems quiet. But I know that war is never quiet. I love you. I want to say. Your eyes are like ice. I love you. I want to scream in your face. I love you and it’s killing me because I can see how this is going to end. I loved you. I loved you. I whisper it under my breath. I hope you never forget how much I fucking loved you.
Sue Zhao // Space (via blossomfully)
writer--dreamer reblogged
NEVER MAKE SOMEONE A PRIORITY WHEN ALL YOU ARE TO THEM IS AN OPTION.
Source: oh-lovely-depression
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wordsnquotes
I’m a very private person. You don’t ask, I don’t tell.
Unknown (via wordsnquotes)
Source: wordsnquotes
writer--dreamer reblogged
writer--dreamer reblogged
“Even though this year still has seven weeks left, I’m calling it early, 2016 has been the fucking worst.”