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Can't breathe without your love.

ffractal:

sxrreal:

When I say “please don’t take a picture of me” it’s not because I’m being bitchy and stubborn, it’s because if I see that picture I will seriously feel so bad about myself and think I am the ugliest thing on earth and sink a little deeper into self consciousness and hatred.

thank you

and before anyone says anything about selfies- those are controlled photos. 

When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.
— Lisa Unger, Beautiful Lies   (via wordsnquotes)
f4lconpunch:

spacedoutforever:

FUCKYES

WOOGITY WOOGITY WOGGITY
nevver:

Wes Lang
keepyourtapsdown:

justinemariewideman:

jesschaosx3:

 (via papertissue)
All I wish to do is touch you;
by that I mean touch your
heart in a way that will make you forget all the people who
have reached for your body
instead.
a 365 poetry project entry // Haley Hendrick (via s-k-e-t-c-h-e-d)
When he says
He doesn’t love you anymore,
Roll your shoulders back
And look him in the eye
Even when it feels like your ribs
Are breaking inward, like spider legs.
When he digs up old aches
That he swore he forgave you for,
Smile
And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.
Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper
Running all the way up your throat to your mouth.
When he blames you
For mistakes that wear his face,
Do not scream.
Do not cry.
Tell him that there are boys
Who would be proud to say they’d loved you.
Tell him that in two years
You won’t even remember his name
And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie.
When he leaves
Ignore the howling in your blood
And do not get up after him.
Not even to lock the door.
Do not, do not
Do not.
Smell his shirts when you box them up
To give them back.
Not one.
Swear off dating when you realize
You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile.
It’s okay to cry over him.
It’s even okay to forgive him.
But do not go back to him.
If he did not know how to love you the first time,
He won’t know how to do it the next.
— (via bl-ossomed)
grreentea:

☯ peace, plants, and green trees ☯

self-love-for-all:

If you relapse, repeat after me:

  • You are not weak.
  • You have not lost this battle.
  • You are not selfish.
  • You are not out of control.
  • All the progress you made hasn’t magically disappeared.
  • You are not a failure.
  • Life is a cycle of highs and lows- good times are ahead, so keep going forward.
  • You matter.