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When I was sixteen I fell in love with a boy who had an entire world inside of him that I was convinced I could spend the rest of my life living in but the world has a way of tearing you apart. I promised I’d love him forever because when I was sixteen I didn’t know that forever really only lasts until your insides spill out and stain the carpet until neither of you can get it out this time or he falls in love with a girl who looks sort of like you but she’s a hurricane that anyone would kill to get caught in the middle of and you’re still afraid of thunder. 
When I was eighteen I fell in love with a boy who kissed like a car crash on the edge of the earth and told me he’d love me forever. And I swallowed the blood on the tip of my tongue, still pouring from the back of my throat from the end of the world two years before and I told him I’d love him as long as it lasts. because I will. I will love you. I’ll love you with every bone in my body and all the cracks between them. I’ll love you so hard it could start a fire that could melt you back together and burn away everything bad into smoke that won’t make you cough or choke you up the way the things in your head always would. I will love you as long as it lasts. I’ll love you until the carpet is dripping with spilled words and bruises that won’t fade. I’ll love you until you meet a girl who tastes like lighting from a storm. I will be yours until I’m not. I will love you until I don’t because I am sick of my mouth filling with blood every time I try to fall in love and I don’t want to find myself trying to pick the skin off my bones a few months from now when we’ve really fucked it up and I’ve forgotten how to sleep without you. When it ends, I won’t cry. I won’t find ways to kill myself with all the things you’ve let behind. I’ll smile and spit the blood out of my mouth and walk away. I will not find myself shaking over you in the middle of the night until my teeth crack or throwing up in the bathroom at a party because you walked in with your new girlfriend. (continued in comments)

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@thelifeofjessyka "Anonymous said: Its been about five years. I still love him. Where do I put this all down?
you start slowly. you start by making the choice. he’s not everything, right? you existed before him. you existed after him. your favorite color, your favorite movie, your favorite food, the smile you give strangers, the words you’ve written, they don’t belong to him. they’re yours and always will be. the flowers you got your friend that one time, the jewelry given to you by someone that was not him, the inside jokes you have with your best friend . all these pieces that came together in making you who you are and he doesn’t get to leave and decide that you are not you anymore. you’ve got a life to live. you’ve got gardens to plant and poetry to write and songs to sing and parks to walk through. you have to start doing things that make you happy again, you have to decide that he didn’t ruin love for you, that your heart’s as good as ever, and in fact it’s stronger because it survived a love that hurt and didn’t stop going. your heart didn’t stop going, do you hear me? that’s proof enough that he didn’t take everything with him. you’re still here. love will happen for you again. it already has in small ways. the way you haven’t given up on yourself, for instance. that’s love. that’s love. (Via rustyvoices)

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You get over him like this:
at first, you don’t. his name is a note you can’t
unsing but eventually your body gets bored 
of making tears over the same person 
who broke you. 
your body says “listen up 
it was a long time ago” and for a second 
you feel whole but you catch sight of him in a starbucks and your heart drops 
and your hands shake and you want to throw up and
you can’t explain to your friends why this messed you up
because you’ve already talked their ears off so you go home
and have a good old-fashioned sob but somewhere in that night or the next one or two weeks
down the road
the things that came to the surface start getting old and
you start turning over your relationship in your palms 
until you discover the ugly things you’ve been hiding 
from yourself and you think 
maybe it’s wasn’t always heaven maybe
it was hell and you write about him or cry about him or 
get him out of yourself however you can, you
scrape yourself clean until there’s nothing left
and rebuild from the ground up and 
some wicked part of you still wants to talk to him
just to say “look, i’m new now,
i’m different,”
but you don’t because you’ve straightened out
the voices in your head and you write about him and make a stupid poetry blog about
red blood and black ink and you make playlists of songs
you found way after him and you
make yourself okay again eventually because
the truth is, you were whole before you found him 
you have just forgotten how to be who you are
without him - don’t worry, my love 
all it takes is a little soul-searching 
before you rediscover
you are 
better off without him.

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Stargaze with me, tell me where home is.

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please remember that you deserve someone who is going to love you with every beat of their heart
@prisguerra12 @evaalmeidaap

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You were a home that i wanted to grow up in.

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Sorry for not posting ah ))):

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@alex_kavos & @thelifeofjessyka

maybe if I yell “I MISS YOU I MISS YOU I MISS YOU” 
you’ll hear it wherever you are 
whether it’s in the small space of your bedroom walls 
or in the back of your pickup truck
with your hands trailing up 
another girls shirt 
you’ll stop whatever it is you’re doing 
as your heart will beat 
painfully in your chest 
because now you’re suddenly tasting
my kiss on those lips 
or smelling my scent on your pillow case 
that you’ll think maybe maybe maybe you miss me too
maybe if I yell “IT STILL HURTS IT STILL HURTS IT STILL HURTS” 
you’ll hear it when your crossing the street
and your knees will fucking buckle
and your step will falter because 
you thought of me again 
but this time it felt real 
like i was right there with you 
all over again
and you’ll think maybe maybe maybe it still hurts you too
maybe if I yell
“I STILL LOVE YOU I STILL LOVE YOU I STILL LOVE YOU” 
your heart will race when you’re at work 
and the world will suddenly become
crowded around you 
that you have no choice but to remember
my voice and my laugh 
and you’ll think maybe maybe maybe
you still love me too

A.M// maybe maybe maybe (source: tullipsink.tumblr.com)

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"Anonymous said: Its been about five years. I still love him. Where do I put this all down?
you start slowly. you start by making the choice. he’s not everything, right? you existed before him. you existed after him. your favorite color, your favorite movie, your favorite food, the smile you give strangers, the words you’ve written, they don’t belong to him. they’re yours and always will be. the flowers you got your friend that one time, the jewelry given to you by someone that was not him, the inside jokes you have with your best friend . all these pieces that came together in making you who you are and he doesn’t get to leave and decide that you are not you anymore. you’ve got a life to live. you’ve got gardens to plant and poetry to write and songs to sing and parks to walk through. you have to start doing things that make you happy again, you have to decide that he didn’t ruin love for you, that your heart’s as good as ever, and in fact it’s stronger because it survived a love that hurt and didn’t stop going. your heart didn’t stop going, do you hear me? that’s proof enough that he didn’t take everything with him. you’re still here. love will happen for you again. it already has in small ways. the way you haven’t given up on yourself, for instance. that’s love. that’s love. (Via rustyvoices)

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“It’s strange being in a relationship then having it end. You know so much about them, what makes them happy, what gets under their skin. You could probably write a book full of the little details you spent so much time trying to remember, because you cared so much about getting to know them. But now, now that it’s over, you can’t even bring yourself to say hello. But yet you walk around knowing them like the back of your hand but at the same time you don’t really know them at all. Because something has changed in them, in you. And over time they become less and less like the person you used to know so well. That person becomes just that book in your head of their favourite Chinese restaurant and the reason why they can’t stand rainy days.”

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“‘I love you’ means that I accept you for the person that you are, and that I do not wish to change you into someone else. It means that I will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times. It means loving you even when you’re in a bad mood, or too tired to do the things I want to do. It means loving you when you’re down, not just when you’re fun to be with. ‘I love you’ means that I know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them, asking in return that you do not judge me for mine. It means that I care enough to fight for what we have and that I love you enough not to let go. It means thinking of you, dreaming of you, wanting and needing you constantly, and hoping you feel the same way for me.”
Foer (v (via sexual-passion-content)

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im really sorry for not posting! k was supposed to post yesterday but ill post as much as i can today.
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“And my god, I hope you wake up one morning to someone who loves you like you’re a sunflower and they’re desperate to keep you alive. I hope you dance with them in the small space of your kitchen floor, messy hair and tired eyes because you both been up all night watching movies again. I hope you laugh with them in a way you never did with anyone else, head tilted back and lips apart as you let out every sound your laugh can possibly make and I hope to god you don’t try to cover your mouth. And if you do, because that’s okay, I know I sometimes do, I hope they stop you. I hope they grab your hand before it ever comes in contact with your lips and I hope they hold it to their chest as they watch you with kind loving eyes. Because fuck, everyone knows you deserve it. And I hope you find someone who’ll accept you. I hope they accept your messy hair in the early morning of the day and I hope they accept the way you sometimes talk too much and can’t seem to stop when you’re nervous or how you still cry yourself to sleep on some nights. I hope they hold you and kiss you on the places where you’re most insecure at and I hope to god you let them. I hope you find someone who makes you happy, even when you feel like sometimes, life is too hard for you. And I hope that when you both come across a tough situation and it comes down to a choice where you are one of them, I hope they choose you. Every goddamn time, I hope they choose you.”
— for you. (via tullipsink on tumblr)

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You get over him like this:
at first, you don’t. his name is a note you can’t
unsing
but
eventually your body gets bored 
of making tears over the same person 
who broke you. 
your body says “listen up 
it was a long time ago” and for a second 
you feel whole but
you catch sight of him in a starbucks and your heart drops 
and your hands shake and you want to throw up and
you can’t explain to your friends why this messed you up
because you’ve already talked their ears off so you go home
and have a good old-fashioned sob but
somewhere in that night or the next one or two weeks
down the road
the things that came to the surface start getting old and
you start turning over your relationship in your palms 
until you discover the ugly things you’ve been hiding 
from yourself and you think 
maybe it’s wasn’t always heaven maybe
it was hell
and you write about him or cry about him or 
get him out of yourself however you can, you
scrape yourself clean until there’s nothing left
and rebuild from the ground up and 
some wicked part of you still wants to talk to him
just to say “look, i’m new now,
i’m different,”
but you don’t because you’ve straightened out
the voices in your head
and you write about him and make a stupid poetry blog about
red blood and black ink and you make playlists of songs
you found way after him and you
make yourself okay again eventually because
the truth is, you were whole before you found him 
you have just forgotten how to be who you are
without him - don’t worry, my love 
all it takes is a little soul-searching 
before you rediscover
you are 
better off without him.

For my friend who asked me to write about getting over a lover. /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

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“why does the night look to you when you’ve got nothing but lilacs pressed to your palms? tell me we’ve all got stars and pearl-dust in our drinks. tell me I’m getting drunk on something beautiful. I only feel beautiful when my feet can’t tell floor from hips. let’s play a game of hide-and-seek. let’s turn mirrors to canvas to hidden. cover them in our stripper lipstick and our favorite words. this want for a certainty is not subtle, not like the way I wake up with empty lungs and chimneys for fingers. maybe this would have been wonderful if I was a plant seeking out heat, but I’m a bubble on a rainy days. filled to the mouth with a child’s belief. the way every haunting remains a rumor when proven true. this is to say roses bloom in the pond I’m submerged in, like I’ve got amnesia for skin. I’ve got teeth made of diamonds biting into myself tonight. or maybe something grittier. metallic. something blue with risk. but like everything I’ve wanted to leave, I ask it to stay.”
—CALLISTEIA // Patricia Camille Antony via tumblr

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“1.
Cool girls keep their hem lines high and politics low. They break boys hearts in one solid blow. They going skiing on weekends and excuse themselves to powder their nose.
2.
Cool girls have learned the fine art of seduction. How to trail their fingers ever so gently over jean-clad thighs, pitch their laugh at the right octave and smile with the right amount of pearly whites. They know how to hook people, and, sometimes, they’ll take pleasure in letting you drown rather than reeling you in.
3.
Cool girls know that to fall in love is to surrender a part of yourself to the universe. You become reliant on fate, but they’d rather have fate by the balls.
4.
Cool girls know that “nice guys” are a fucking trap. They seem inviting, which is what makes them so dangerous.
5.
Cool girls don’t need you to tell them they’re cool.
6.
Cool girls do cry themselves to sleep.
7.
Cool girls know they’re not alone, but, damn, do they feel lonely.
8.
Cool girls just want something tangible to hold and call home. Someone or something to come back to when the keggers and the clubs get cold. Don’t get them wrong, they like to have fun. They like going out on the town and getting real loud. But everyone gets headaches, ya’ know, their ups and downs.
9.
Cool girls know that life is a joke, and sometimes they laugh along with god.
10.
Cool girls just want to feel real.
Are you a cool girl, or do you just want to live the fantasy?”
—BUT WHAT DO I KNOW? (i’m the latter) // k.m. via tumblr
creds: @nawal.26

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"To Do:
1. Get out of bed. Roll across the sheets before you stand and tangle yourself like a caterpillar because that’ll never go out of style. Seriously, it’s fun as hell.
2. Brew coffee or tea or something else cozy. Drink it hot and in front of a window so you can watch the war going on just past the glass. Wear a blanket across your knees, it’ll be your shield.
3. Make a second cup of coffee/tea/hot drink of your choice. Repeat step number 2. Watch the steam fog up the window and draw shapes in it’s haze. Maybe you’ll see the doodles the next time it’s misty. Consider something magic. You can never have enough time exploring the inside of your own skull.
4. Put on music you haven’t listened to before. Pay attention to the lyrics, you might hear yourself. Then dance until your heart is beating to the time of the song. It’ll make you feel alive.
5. Step outside. Smell the rain and the new life and the melting air, that’ll make you feel alive too. Let the rain hit every part of you. Your finger tips, your eyelids, your teeth. Feel it dance on your skin. Remember it was once inside a dinosaur.
6. Listen to it pound elephant foot pinprick drumbeats on the roof. You might hear yourself, I know I have. Notice the way it crescendos and decrescendos like a choir of a million voices. You might fall in love.
7. Run your fingers across the brail of the clouds. The peaks and the caverns of cotton water. They’ll roar epics like you’ve never heard before. Furious and bright and deep and dark all at once. You might fall in love.
8. Watch your favorite movie, twice. Don’t let the rain distract you. It doesn’t need all your attention all day today. It has work to do, feeding the earth and drowning the heat. You deserve to sit back for a while.
9. Forget it’s raining and let yourself feel the tiny jolt of surprise when you notice the tears still rolling down your windows. Possibly repeat step 2.
10. Go to bed to melody of the droplets in the gutters and the baritone of water rushing through the streets. The storm will battle through the night if it so feels the need. You can sleep now.”
—A.O.A.M || To Do List For A Rainy Day

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"2017 has to be better, has to be less sharp.
2017 holds endless possibilities, and maybe it is our duty to be open to them rather than fearful of them. Maybe we have to make 2017 better.
I don't know how to go from drowning in my own tears in 2016 to at least surfacing in 2017 to finally breathe fresh air again.
My hope for you in 2017 is you find good people, that people love and cherish you the way you haven’t been shown how yet. I hope that you become fearless in being yourself, I hope that you master being unapologetically you.
I hope that you are kind to yourself, that you know that change doesn’t happen in a day, but if you work hard on change, one day you will wake up and see how far your baby steps have taken you.
Promise me that in 2017 you won’t sacrifice yourself for those that weigh you down, for those that put you down and the ones that make you feel less than them.
Finally, don’t be afraid to be alone in 2017. You can be alone, but you don’t have to be lonely. Love yourself unconditionally, surround yourself with good people and enjoy your own company. Don’t change to fit into someone else’s dream, be the centre of your own story.”
—Have a happy and safe New Year, I’ll see you on the other side. via tumblr
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