1. "You were my world,
    Until you found
    another planet"
    — An almost haiku for an almost us (via perfect)

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  2. "I need someone who
    Sees the fire in my eyes and
    wants to play with it."
    — Haiku by l.s.f.    (via saintofsass)

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  6. citiesandtitties:

    ellosteph:

    goddamnit-shannon:

    "Everything in my head went quiet. 

    All the ticks, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared. 

    When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments. 

    Even in bed, I’m thinking: 
    Did I lock the doors? Yes. 
    Did I wash my hands? Yes. 
    Did I lock the doors? Yes. 
    Did I wash my hands? Yes. 
    But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips.. 
    Or the eyelash on her cheek- 
    the eyelash on her cheek- 
    the eyelash on her cheek. 
    I knew I had to talk to her. 
    I asked her out six times in thirty seconds. 
    She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going. 
    On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or talking to her.. 
    But she loved it. 
    She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times at different times of the day. 
    She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk. 
    When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I definitely lock the door eighteen times. 
    I’d always watch her mouth when she talked- 
    when she talked- 
    when she talked- 
    when she talked; 
    when she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges. 
    At night, she’d lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off.. And on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off. 
    She’d close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were passing in front of her. 
    But then.. She said I was taking up too much of her time. 
    That I couldn’t kiss her goodbye so much because I was making her late for work.. 
    When she said she loved me, her mouth was a straight line.. 
    When I stopped in front of a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking.. 
    And last week she started sleeping at her mother’s place. 
    She told me that she shouldn’t have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but.. 
    How can it be a mistake that I don’t have to wash my hands after I touch her? 
    Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t. 
    I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her. 
    Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin. 
    I see myself crushed my an endless succession of cars.. 
    And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on. 
    I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel.. 
    How she turns shower knobs like she opening a safe. 
    How she blows out candles- 
    blows out candles- 
    blows out candles- 
    blows out candles- 
    blows out-…. 
    Now, I just think about who else is kissing her. 
    I can’t breathe because he only kisses her once-he doesn’t care if it’s perfect! 
    I want her back so bad.. 
    I leave the door unlocked. 
    I leave the lights on. ”

    One of my all time favorites

    this gets to me every time

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  10. "Winter made me cry and shiver and almost cut my own skin but spring melted me into a person and I smiled again."
    — (via morbid-twat)

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  11. thethornandcrown:

    blxck-diamonds:

    vintagelittleteacup:

    california-studs:

    fastenyourfuckingbelts:

    polluteify:

    im-simply-me:

    1hey:

    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 IS SO BEAUTIFUL OHMYGOD

    wow..

    This actually fucking hurt to read.

    THIS HURT SO MUCH TO READ

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

    my heart has been ripped apart I cannot

    Yeah this one hits way too close to home..

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  14. fengshit:

    Sober/high/any state of mind

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  15. "What a fine day! Can’t choose whether to drink tea or to hang myself."
    — Anton Chekhov (via widdlefox)

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