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remanence-of-love:

(via oldhabbits)

missinyouiskillingme:

It’s so difficult to describe depression to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling — that really hollowed-out feeling.

— J.K. Rowling

(via missinyouiskillingme)

missinyouiskillingme:

perfectquote:

“I hope one day we can forgive each other for not being what we wanted each other to be”

— Kriti G.

I hope so.

bnmxfld:

“I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

(via missinyouiskillingme)

simpllicity:

Sometimes I wish I could hurt you like you hurt me

but that’s not a path I’m willing to peruse

You’re cruel, I’m kind

You’re cold, I’m warm

I don’t want to be like you

Simpllicity

ingrids-august-rain:

“And all I can think is ‘Was it worth it? Was it worth it? Was it worth it?’”

— Like a truly broken record

thelifeivegot:

“If you ever come back I will not be the same person you knew, that person is gone, you destroyed them. I am different now, you’ll see.”

— to my ex best friend

goldenangelll:

i have always been too much for someone or not enough. i’m either too loud or not loud enough. i am a walking contradiction. a full glass or an empty one. there is no balance in me. tell me, what made you leave? my devastating fire or my lack of heat?

- l.r // i am never half empty