"i was talking to my uncle today
and he said -
he had great loves
when he was my age,
but as great as they were
he doesn’t remember their names.

and my heart sunk
to the pit of my stomach,
because i imagined you,
years from now,
saying the same thing
to your kids,
trying to remember
what you called me."
m.v., athazagoraphobia (the fear of forgetting, or being forgotten). (via findingwordsforthoughts)

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"Be good to people. Even the shitty ones. Let the assholes be assholes. You’ll sleep better."
Adam Gnade  (via floralprintharry)

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"No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though.
I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough"
Clementine Von Radics (via vomitbrat)

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it hurt when I stumbled across her.  she was like broken glass all along the floor.  but it was beautiful and my curiosity got the best of me.  I remember looking at her and all I could see was pain.  she had this insane look of desperation; you could almost feel it. and yet her eyes were still hollow; like the life had been sucked out of her.  I wanted to pick up her pieces.  I wanted to put her back together. and so I tried. I really did. I got a little cut along the way.  the more I tried to fix her the more fragile I became myself but I didn’t care.  I wanted to see her happy.  every time I made her laugh I thought about how I wanted to make her laugh forever.  she was getting better.  eventually she was put together enough to get up and walk away.  but she didn’t take me with her.  and I’ve been stuck sitting here where I first found her. wondering if the pieces left on the floor are hers or mine. I should probably get the fuck up.



This actually fucking hurt to read.


Oh my god, this is so heartbreaking yet so fucking beautiful to read. Just wow, I’m speechless.

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"Keep your relationship private without keeping your partner a secret. There’s a difference between privacy and secrecy."
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