There’s usually a boy. Sometimes
not. Either way, there’s someone
and they’ve hurt me.
There’s someone and they don’t
love me back,
because that’s what I want. That’s
my poetry. - Caitlyn Siehl, Drawing the Dragon (via alonesomes)

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just-a-scratch-just-a-scar:

Thoughts #7
mine, don’t remove credit or caption

I’m sleepy and I wish I was kissing you.

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Please waste your time on me. - Six Word Story (via barbie-domination)

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karoliina-:

Trapped Under Ice - Half A Person (x)

If you’re able to see, hug, kiss, or talk to the one you love and not have to doubt for a second what’s going on between you two, consider yourself extremely fucking lucky.

makemestfu:

EVERYTHING RELATE

it is

I don’t want to be sad anymore.
I don’t want to cry anymore.
I don’t want to miss you anymore.
Why can’t you be here and everything be as perfect as it was before you left?

The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies. - Anonymous  (via jdvlla)

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danielodowd:

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