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The problem with relationships is that they’re lust based.We fall for the layers of skin that are soon to weather away then wonder what went...
I am far too young for the world to ache my bones this much.
The problem with pessimists is that deep down we’re all desperately hoping to be wrong.
To me, home was never a place; it was a feeling. It was the way the people I loved said my name.
I used to walk into a room full of people and wonder if they liked me… now I look around and wonder if I like them.
Explain your anger, don’t express it, and you will immediately open the door to solutions instead of arguments
it’s beautiful how she’s only available to few. how she only reveals herself to those that appreciate her colorful petals.
When I became acquainted with you and I fell in love; I wasn’t looking to be in love for a day, a month or a season. I was looking to be in ...
Hurt me a little more so I can write about you.
I am wounded; weak. And that’s okay, one must crumble to ashes before rising a phoenix.
My worst trait is that I don’t care enough and then I care too much.
'Shut up,' she whispered to her heart. 'You want what you cannot have.'
You’re the kind of beautiful that requires tears before successfully getting you down on paper.
Her soul was beautiful, but nobody cared.
I don’t listen to sad music because I want to depress myself. I listen to sad music because it forces out the emotions that I play hide and ...
i am a beautiful kind of tragedy, the kind that manifests itself as art.
‘Do you say these types of things on every date?’ she said. I was explaining how atoms are made up of 99% empty space and that ...
Never trust what comes out of someone’s mouth because the mouth is the passageway for lies. Instead look into their eyes and you will find t...
I can’t understand how love became regret so quickly And that does not mean that I regret loving you I’m hoping that you haven’t grown to re...