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changed my hair again 

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I am selfish, private and easily bored. Will this be a problem?

Neil Gaiman, A Study in Emerald (via wordsnquotes)

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Please, understand this: you will always be alone. I don’t mean it as a depressing truth or a cruel mockery, but that’s just the way things are. The reality is we all will be always and forever alone with our minds. Regardless of the person sleeping beside you, regardless of the loved one hugging you, there’s nothing inside of you but yourself. You born and die alone, and you have to learn to live with it. And love it.

Sophia Carey (via wnq-writers)

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Model: https://instagram.com/caradelevingne/

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She was still under the spell of her infatuation. She had tried to forget him, realizing the inutility of remembering. But the thought of him was like an obsession, ever pressing itself upon her. It was not that she dwelt upon details of their acquaintance, or recalled in any special or peculiar way his personality; it was his being, his existence, which dominated her thought, fading sometimes as if it would melt into the mist of the forgotten, reviving again with an intensity which filled her with an incomprehensible longing.

Kate Chopin, The Awakening (via introspectivepoet)

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4.

His cologne is still woven, in the threads of my white cotton sheets. Washing, and burning did nothing to help. And every time I buy new ones, white, blue, red, black, that scent fills the air and keeps coming back.

Original Work: Kelsey H. 1.16.17

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I want a kiss that burns like madness. I want a kiss that destroys me.

Helaena Moon (via wnq-writers)

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 I remember the day you left. Tying a rock to your ankle you said “ I’m going to find a new world under the ocean. ” Guess you must be enjoying yourself.

I haven’t seen you since.

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poppy & rose

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Curry me away.

I want to run away But I'm scared to go alone No one to hold my hand No way to run home I want to try different thrills And see the different lands The tasty foods they offer The lovely dances and strange bands. I want to run away To find a place I can make my own But to find this place I must wander and roam These sentiments that hold me Can only last for so long I'm sure my loved ones Will miss me while I'm gone But I'll come with stories Of adventures to spill Questions settled Less voids left to fill.

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My limbs are opening and branching out I feel a drought in my river of doubt I've been to the lowest valleys Where you couldn't hear my shouts And the hills don't seem so steep anymore Like the sun I'll rise once again for sure The winter will come and pass And then my heart will start burn

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@haleyincarnate knows what’s up

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Is a cut still valid if it doesn’t bleed? Can words still wound even if they’re not sharp, more blunt force trauma rather than razor blade? Is it possible for the mouth to hold a name as gently as the word “home” even if you don’t live there anymore? Can a bone fracture under the weight of worry? Will my skeleton crumble in on itself if I feel too much fight over flight? If my heart ever grows the balls to leave my brain, do you think she’ll still think of her sometimes? Will the rhythm of her beating, pulsing, mechanical pumping haunt my brain like an echo stuck on repeat? Does the bloodshed ever stop staining? Does the jaw ever stop straining when the phrase ‘I love you’ is uttered? Is it possible to feel clean again after rolling around in the dirty sheets of an ex lover? Does the bullet ever stop digging into bone? When will the light turn off and the dark stay on? Has it already? How can you gaze towards the horizon of my spine yet not long to touch it? Did you ever think the glow of your skin would burn out? What does it mean to be homesick for a body? For a home? Will it be easier to sleep now?

questions i don’t want answered // Haley Hendrick (via 7-weeks)

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and all that you want

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(you don't care at all, I'm just talking to walls)

Tonight I'm missing you bad Tomorrow morning I’ll hate you with all I have Because somehow I feel a little off track Yet I’m just not ready to come back And I hope you understand But I need to find a way to be who I am I know it’s confusing but you still have my hand Waiting outstretched for you to grab.

Maybe you’ll see when you’re twenty three That you should of kept a girl like me Cause right now I’m chasing dreams And my name will be bigger than you’ll ever be But you touched something deep And now sometimes I see you when I sleep It like coming home in the least I miss smiling so hard I had sore cheeks.

You don’t see me like you did I won’t pretend I don’t know what it is I needed a shoulder to cry on, it was his Cause you weren’t around, though I wished I needed answers you couldn’t give You were the life I never lived You were calm and safe, I could go down the list You’re everything that I miss, From your lips to the way you grab and pull my hips And the one thing I can promise I’ll always love you without strings attached to it.

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Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.

   Edith Sitwell (via bon—-voyage)