If you want to forget something or someone, never hate it, or never hate him/her. Everything and everyone that you hate is engraved upon your heart; if you want to let go of something, if you want to forget, you cannot hate.

— C. JoyBell C. (via kushandwizdom)

We tell ourselves that we are alone because we don’t have anyone sleeping by our sides at night, but when you drown your sorrows away in rum and forget your name, you are alone and you don’t cry over anything like losing your mother’s trust or letting your lover walk out the door, you cry over losing yourself.

— and when you miss someone you once loved, I’ll still be missing myself (via afflictedfvck)

diphylleia:

whY DO PEOPLE GIVE TAYLOR SWIFT SHIT SHE’S A WOMAN WHO cALLS MEN OUT ON THEIR SHIT I NEED MORE PEOPLE TO BE LIKE TAYLOR SWIFT IF A FUCKING DOUCHEBAG BREAKS UP WITH YOU OVER THE PHONE SHOW HIM YOU’RE WORTH MORE THAN THAT AND MAKE THE WHOLE WORLD KNOW AND MAKE A MILLION BUCKS OFF IT STOP SHAMING TAYLOR SWIFT AND START COPYING HER

So you attempt to hide your loneliness in public, to behave, in fact, as though you have too many friends already, and thus you hope to attract people who will unwittingly save you. But it never works that way. Your condition is written all over your face, in the hunch of your shoulders, in the hollowness of your laugh. You fool no one.

— David Murosek  (via versteur)

cumberbuddy:

gvacamolly:

petitbear:

skittleoakley:

Daughter tells her Dad he’s going to be a Grandpa [x]

When he says “really” ;’)

Never leave this un-reblogged

What a dear human being he is. 

  • taylor swift: writes a song for her friend that has bulimia
  • everyone: 
  • taylor swift: writes a song forgiving kanye west for interrupting her at the vmas
  • everyone: 
  • taylor swift: writes a song about a four-year-old boy that died of cancer
  • everyone: 
  • taylor swift: writes a breakup song
  • everyone: OH MY GOD SHE'S SUCH A BITCH ALL SHE DOES IS WRITE SONGS ABOUT BREAKUPS OMG TAYLOR GROW UP

but dreams don’t mean a thing because you loved me in my sleep and when I saw you two days later you looked at me like you were never mine

— My mother told me that when you dream about someone they feel it too but you’re so cold you couldn’t feel my heart breaking in your hands (via extrasad)

I hope that one day you look at her,
And you see my eyes staring back at you.
I hope your pulse starts racing and your words
Tangle over each other,
And you have to blink over and over again
Just to make sure you imagined it.


I hope some day, you’ll tell her you love her,
And my name burns unsaid in the back of your throat
With such an intensity that no amount of alcohol
You try to rinse it away with later that night
Will be able to stop the ache.


And I hope that when you’re tripping over your steps and words
From the booze coursing through your veins,
You search your phone for my number
And listen as the dial tone goes on and one,
Because I’m not there for you anymore.


I hope you make your way back to her place
And find yourself in her bed
So surrounded by by her presence, her smell, her voice,
Which is so far from mine
And you feel so boxed in by it all
As you remember what it was like
To sleep next to me instead.


I hope it hits you like a brick every time
You remember me,
Remember us,
And God, I hope you never forget.

Hopes // -STG (via stayaliveandseeificangrow)

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