Exquisite Words...

Exquisite Words...

I hope there’s lesbians

Me whenever I go somewhere (via manfrado)

(via cuddlybetch)

I felt too much, she didn’t.

(six-word story)

(via cuddlybetch)

I fucking lost it as soon as I lost you

E.R  (via bodv)

(via villarrr)

My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions. I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality. And it will be the death of me.

It’s kinda sad isn’t it?
That someone could hurt you so much that you have to write about it.

July 7th (via demorxlise)

(via 1cantloveyouthismuch)

rudesenpai:

._. my life in a poem.

rudesenpai:

._. my life in a poem.

(via life-fleeting-and-not-eating)

actuates:

I really don’t like my handwriting but I’m sharing this with you anyways

actuates:

I really don’t like my handwriting but I’m sharing this with you anyways

(via dre4ms-vs-reality)

You deserve to be with somebody who will drive three hours, just to see you for one.

(via pizza-queen)

I’ve driven 24 hours straight for two hours to see her.

(via mesmeriseindisguise)

(via comeoneileen16)

I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else.

Jonathan Safran Foer (via kushandwizdom)

(via dorotthea)

I wanna hate you so bad, but I can’t. I really can’t. And that tortures me almost as much as you do.

Another one of those nights….

My insecurities are eating me up inside. I hate who I am and I don’t think I will EVER be comfortable in my own skin. How much I care sickens me every time I realize it. And how much I let people walk over me cause of the big heart I have I need to no longer allow. I get attached so easily. This is when the depression and the anxiety start to kick in again. Whenever I open up to someone it turns into shit. Never will I ever open up to anyone ever again. Just to feel like someone ripped out my heart cut it open then stomped on it. How I yearn for the blade to cut open my skin again, but how I contemplate it every time cause I think about how others will feel never how much relief I will feel. Eating has become sort of a chore now. But this is no surprise, just another one of those nights.

(via r3giment)