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And my god, I hope you wake up one morning to someone who loves you like you’re a sunflower and they’re desperate to keep you alive. I hope you dance with them in the small space of your kitchen floor, messy hair and tired eyes because you both been up all night watching movies again. I hope you laugh with them in a way you never did with anyone else, head tilted back and lips apart as you let out every sound your laugh can possibly make and I hope to god you don’t try to cover your mouth. And if you do, because that’s okay, I know I sometimes do, I hope they stop you. I hope they grab your hand before it ever comes in contact with your lips and I hope they hold it to their chest as they watch you with kind loving eyes. Because fuck, everyone knows you deserve it. And I hope you find someone who’ll accept you. I hope they accept your messy hair in the early morning of the day and I hope they accept the way you sometimes talk too much and can’t seem to stop when you’re nervous or how you still cry yourself to sleep on some nights. I hope they hold you and kiss you on the places where you’re most insecure at and I hope to god you let them. I hope you find someone who makes you happy, even when you feel like sometimes, life is too hard for you. And I hope that when you both come across a tough situation and it comes down to a choice where you are one of them, I hope they choose you. Every goddamn time, I hope they choose you.

excerpts from Sadness and Agony (via unpopular-deity)

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I have a note from my ex girl, saying she hope she’s better to her next girl. I know I’m coming up as close minded, but it’s from putting up with all the bullshit that you provided. And now she’s fucking drenched in you, so I’ll lie back and have a drink or two. All my friends ask what purpose does that serve, It’s just that alcohol taste better than the thought of you with her.

(via wordsyouwontspeak)

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You told me you loved me But you never meant it

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Then you left 🔫

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Who am I supposed to love if it’s not you?

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“I hope you’re happy.” “Is that it?” “Yes, actually, that’s everything.” You hesitated but, still, you turned to leave. I told myself I wouldn’t speak but I felt this was the last chance I’ll get. So I said, “I hope you’re happy knowing, that everytime you’re laughing, someone out there is crying themselves to sleep. A night won’t pass when the pillows aren’t wet and stained with the tears and now I’ve grown to hate the damn cold. I hope you’re happy, that everytime you’re trying to forget, someone out there is trying very hard to remember. If you anyone asked me then, I could trace your every wrinkle and point out every freckle, but know I can’t even remember your smile. Only your words, and your words fucking hurt.” I stopped, I had to breathe, but I had to let go. “I hope you’re happy, because you turned a once loving creature, into a bitter broken thing.”

Me (JNH). What’s worse is that, despite that, despite everything, I’m still loving you. (via shatteredjuveniledays)

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I want him to suffer as I have suffered. I think I could fit the sky inside the hole he made in me.

Nicola Maye Goldberg, from “A Woman Surveys a Treacherous Mountain Pass,” published in Nailed Magazine (via lifeinpoetry)

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When you have a good heart: You help too much. You trust too much. You give too much. You love too much & it always seems you hurt the most

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And you never give up (learn).

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Where did we go wrong

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I'm so tired of doing life

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I hope you all fall in love with someone who never stops choosing you and I hope you feel at home when you look at them

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She wakes in the night And whispers oh, so quiet: ‘Hold onto me, hold onto me Don’t you ever leave, don’t you ever leave I know I’ve got my problems, and it’s probably me So hold onto me, hold onto me’

Mayday Parade “Hold onto Me” – 2014 (via loving-through-the-distance)

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