“Don’t you know better? Hearts are breakable. And I think even when you heal, you’re never what you were before.”
— Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels (via perfect)


“It’s okay to love someone so much that it hurts, that it takes your breath away. I think that once in your life, you ought to love someone like that; freely, inconsequentially, passionately. Some people are lucky enough to have that kind of love and keep it for the rest of their lives, but for most, this kind of love just happens in passing, once or twice, a lesson of some sorts. And if that’s the case, darling, at least next time you’ll know better than to destroy yourself for someone that can never love you as much as you ought to love yourself.”
— (via letters-to-the-sea)


“I know you’ll find a better love than me—
She’ll listen to your complaints about
your computer hard drive better than
i could, and she will ask you how her own
sadness makes you feel.
Maybe it will be easier for you to make
her smile because she will find how you
wrinkle your nose adorable.
She will certainly be more consistent, and
will speak to you in prose rather than in
verses shrouded with metaphors because
she knows you have a simple view of life
and that poetry is lost on you.
Maybe her mouth will soften when you
kiss her the way orchids do in the rain
And she won’t be coy or hide her faults
one moment and then flood you with
them the next.
Maybe she will be a lot lighter in the heart
than i was because she is made of stars before
they die rather than those on the
brink of death.
She’ll be different to me
She’ll be better, brighter, soft in the right
places and never hard in the wrong ones.
I know i was a bad kind of love,
But you loved me first.
No amount of future loves will change that”

(s.d.)

yes yes yes

(via a11-a1one)


punkbruh:

Shout out to everyone dating their crush. You put yourself out there and look at you now. Wow. Proud of you.

feggotdesu:

dating me means dating my anxiety and my random spouts of depression it means dating my panic attacks at 11pm or 2 am or 5am or anytime of the day for that matter it means dating my mood swings where i get really upset over everything about me and all my insecurities and how i’m not good enough because i’m never good enough

“Silly of me, to think you could fall in love with someone like me.”


“There’s that word again. Need. I need you. I need you to need me. How nauseating, to need another human being, as if their heart is in your throat. Love isn’t about need. Don’t romanticize the notion of desperation. Let me let you in on a secret: you don’t need me and I don’t need you. We can get through life just fine without each other. Love is not wanting to. We want each other, we want skin and hands and all our daily scars. We want intoxication and art museums and intertwined limbs. We want ferocity in our lips and tracing slow, small circles on our stomachs. I don’t need you in my life, but goddamn I want you in it.”
— All the Want in the World Cannot Fit in Our Hands (via mediwriter)


officialschool:

amenparis:

why do hot boyfriends happen to bad people

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