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« That’s the problem with putting others first; you’ve taught them you come second. »

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« Sometimes you meet someone and even though you never liked brown eyes before, their eyes are your new favorite color. »

- Anonymous (via ocean-and-daisies)

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« I’m not heartless. I just learned how to use my heart less. »

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« Our bodies could be skin on skin and I’d still pull you closer. »

- you intoxicate me (via n4ughty-y)


so today my ap art history teacher was teaching us about Hapshetsut the only female pharaoh and he was like “have you seen women they can pop out a baby and be like alright let’s go” and then he walked over to this guy and aimed his fist towards his balls and the guy flinched and held his crotch so he was like “men may be stronger but women are tougher” and then he said “so when someone tells you to grow a pair, they mean ovaries”


started from the bottom and i was somehow able to get lower

« He looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that’s partly why they love me, and partly why they leave. »

- Jeanette Winterson (via uglypnis)

« My body feels like a graveyard, my chest an empty
space. My heart may be beating but you don’t feel alive,
my arms are covered in your footsteps, the remnants
of your visits. A cracked tombstone is the only smile
you’ll be seeing today. You came to me and stayed
inside me so long, you filled my cavities and made
your way down my throat, through my veins. At
1 a.m. you were the only friend I had, you sat at the
edge of my bed next to loneliness but you taunted
me like your little doll. You had me in your hands,
the strings wrapped around your fingers were
connected to each one of my limbs. I danced
with the devil and his demons, I suffocated
myself in a deep sea of blankets, my mind
moved more than my mouth and I bled like
falling rose petals, cried like the rainstorms in
November. I faced hundreds of battles in my own little
room, I talked myself to the edge and off of it while you
watched, and waited for me to jump. You were
sometimes the only push I needed. You were the
gun pressed to my temple, the noose tied around
my neck, the bottle of pills down my throat. You
were what wrecked my youth, shattered my soul,
you were everything I was, but never anything I
am. You would’ve told me I’d be nothing, but look
at me now, I’m everything without you.

- i.c. // Dear Sadness,
you are laid to rest.
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