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Listen to me, you can’t fix people.Your love won’t make him stop hating his fatherand your devotion won’t cure her of her childhood.All you can do is be there, violets sprouting outfrom your ribs, acceptance on your lips, your ownwounds still bleeding and all you can do is be there...
I want you to show me those three words rather than telling me those three words.
Don’t try to justify your choices. You don’t owe anyone explanations and excuses when it comes to your life. If you like a dress, wear it. Y...
I am always going to love you. But I have to move on because this love is killing me.
How do I tell my body that it is no longer safe in your arms when they were the closest thing to home it’s ever felt?
She told me she loves me, it can’t be true, I’m not perfect I’m filled with mistakes, I’m not worth it She smiles at my insecurities She loo...
And with those eyes, you could have set the sky on fire, but you chose to burn me instead.
If you find parts of yourself missing, do not search for them in somebody else. I swear you will find them one day; and if not, you will d...
Date the girl whose hair is a mess and steals your t-shirts and kisses you in front of boys who look at her admiringly. Date the girl who wa...
I tried to write about oceans and stars and the skies instead, but all there is, are metaphors of you living in my head.
I want so much more with you. I want to lay with you and I want to lay my lips upon your neck, whispering sweet nothings between every kiss....
You watched me walk away, as I watched you do nothing about it.
People keep asking me if I am okay. And I want to say no, I’m really not there is so much of a mess in my head that I can barely think...
I can’t imagine never hearing your sleepy voice or never making you smile. I’m so happy that you’re in my life, I don&rsqu...
I will always remember you. Not the way that you left, but the way that you existed.  I will remember the way that you made my numb heart be...
I was blind. Yes, I loved you, once. At that point I would’ve destroyed every blocking view or taken you to a whole different country ...
I need someone who understands that I fall apart and loves me anyway.
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I could write a fucking novel about the ache of missing you.