I almost asked for you to call me, but then I figured it doesnt matter anymore.

"if someone hurts you, stay the fuck away, no matter how hard it is, stay the fuck away"

"Something inside is hurting you – that’s why you need cigarettes or whiskey, or music turned so fucking loud you can’t think."

(via dl0u)

(Source: unextinguished, via fearlessworld)

buried-a-lie:

Isn’t it weird how people change and grow apart and stop talking and then one day you see this person who you swore you were going to be friends with forever and you can barely think of a thing to say and then it finally hits you that somewhere along the way your friendship dimmed and you will probably never be close to that person again. I think that’s one of the saddest things I’ve come to terms with lately.

(via justoneyesterdaaay)

"It hurt, but I still stayed."

absentions (via perfect)

(Source: absentions, via thecolorinhereyes)

"

I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.

This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

"

Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers  (via versteur)

(Source: lovemestarkly, via thecolorinhereyes)