You’re lipstick on an inhaler and you’re bloody fingers after hours of playing the same song. You’re expired condoms in my brother’s dresser drawer and you’re the scent that brings back every kiss I’ve regretted. You’re the tear in my favourite dress and you’re the bruise that keeps expanding on my left knee. You’re the dirt under the fingernails of the hand I’m holding and you’re the marks on my neck from trying too hard and you’re everything that will make me feel again and everything that will make me regret everywhere I’ve been.
“I will love you no matter how many mistakes I make when trying to reduce fractions, and no matter how difficult it is to memorize the periodic table. I will love you as the manatee loves the head of lettuce and as the dark spot loves the leopard, as the leech loves the ankle of a wader and as…
Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and even when it does it can be lost so easily.
You’re going to come across people in your life who will say all the right words at all the right times. But in the end, it’s always their actions you should judge them by. It’s actions, not words, that matter.
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Nicholas Sparks, The Rescue
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Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much by what happens to you as by the way your mind looks at what happens.
You are the hole in my head
You are the space in my bed
You are the silence in between
What I thought and what I said
You are the night-time fear
You are the morning when it’s clear
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No Light, No Light | Florence and the Machine
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You are the hole in my head
You are the space in my bed
You are the silence in between
What I thought and what I said
You are the night-time fear
You are the morning when it’s clear
“
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No Light, No Light | Florence and the Machine
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You are the hole in my head
You are the space in my bed
You are the silence in between
What I thought and what I said
You are the night-time fear
You are the morning when it’s clear
“
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No Light, No Light | Florence and the Machine
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You are the hole in my head
You are the space in my bed
You are the silence in between
What I thought and what I said
You are the night-time fear
You are the morning when it’s clear
“
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No Light, No Light | Florence and the Machine
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Even if you liked to get butt fucked while you had extreme diarrhea, I would do it. I would go through the nastiness because I love you so much.
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Strange how something so nasty can be the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. <3 (via snachelwarrior)
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Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible. As a child I felt myself to be alone, and I am still, because I know things and must hint at things which others apparently know nothing of, and for the most part do not want to know.
Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come fourth later in ugly ways.
