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I. Don’t you dare let anyone in, don’t let anyone kiss your tired eyes, and wipe the tears off your face. You will end up with a bruised heart, and beaten lungs. He might say he can take on your problems, he might say he can handle it but he has no idea the trouble he is asking for. Trust your instincts.

II. He might smell like cigarette smoke and cologne and he might have small meaningful tattoos that make his eyes shine when he tells you how they came to be but don’t trust him. For the love of God don’t trust him

III. Don’t you dare cry in front of him. Don’t let him know you’re broken, don’t let him see your scars and for the love of God don’t let him read your poetry, because when he doesn’t get the metaphor you believed with all your soul was perfect your heart will crack down the middle.

IIII. If you decide to let him in, despite all i’ve told you, you will feel wonderful and free and light and clear you will be able to sing higher than you thought without your voice cracking and write poems without stopping the lines pouring beautifully out of your pen. You eyes will shine and you will not stop smiling, but he sure will stop loving you. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.



4 steps to avoid getting your heart broken (that i know you will ignore)


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Not Again
this isn’t about anyone, so don’t even start
(photo credit to whoever owns the picture)

"Today, I ripped you from my mouth
like the bitterest apology I’ve ever given.
I washed you off of my skin, watched the last of you
disappear down the shower drain.
Today, I made a choice
not to set fire to the person I was when you loved me,
not to burn myself to the ground
just to see if you’d come running to the flames.
Today, I stared down the morning until my eyes
burned like suns.
I left the house.
I wore a black dress that hugged my hips
like they would never have to apologize
for their vastness again.
I tore you from my hands, picked the splinters out
with a pair of tweezers, one by one.
I wore red lipstick and stained all my coffee cups with
my own mouth.
I looked in mirrors and smiled.
I walked to the park and
cried watching baby ducklings follow their mother
into the water for the first time.
I got drunk with my friends and didn’t bring
you up once.
I danced under the streetlights and kissed a stranger
who tasted nothing like you.
I went home alone and slept for twelve hours.
I didn’t see you painted on the
inside of my eyelids like the ceiling of
an abandoned cathedral.
I didn’t break a single dish in my house.
I showered until all the hot water was gone
and, my God, I was so brave,
to keep going without you.
To dig through the layers of you
and find myself glowing,
no longer the moth, but the light, itself.
I was so brave to get left by you
and not fall to pieces.
to get left by you and not fall at all."

- Caitlyn Siehl, Left (via alonesomes)

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"Thank you for every kindness. Thank you for being someone I was always proud to be with. For your guts, for your sweetness. For how you always looked, for how I always wanted to touch you. God, you were my life. I apologize for everytime I ever failed you."

- What Dreams May Come (1998)

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"There are violet hills,
there is the covenant of duskbirds.
The moon comes over the mountain
like a big peach, and I want to tell you
what I couldn’t say the night we rushed
North, how I love the seriousness of your fingers
and the way you go into yourself,
calling my half-name like a secret."

- Stacie Cassarino, from “Summer Solstice,” Zero at the Bone (New Issues Press, 2009)

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"You were in love with me all the time, only you didn’t know it."

- Virginia Woolf, from The Voyage Out (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Chinese doctors bowing down to a 11 year old boy diagnosed with brain cancer who managed to save several lives by donating his organs to the hospital he was being treated in shortly before his death.


Elvis and Priscilla Presley in Hawaii, May 1968.

If you think about what the world would have been like without an Elvis, then you have to think ‘What kind of world would the Elvis world have been like without a Priscilla?’ —Joan Esposito

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So when people leave, I’ve learned the secret: let them. Because, most of the time, they have to.

Let them walk away and go places. Let them have adventures in the wild without you. Let them travel the world and explore life beyond a horizon that you exist in. And know, deep down, that heroes aren’t qualified by their capacity to stay but by their decision to return.


- The Staying Philosophy (Everyday Isa)

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"He and I collided, like two predestined stars—and in that brief exchange, I felt what it was like to be immortal."

- Lang Leav (via langleav)

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"We met at Coachella. She was seeing someone, and I was seeing someone, so we were friends for a year. One year later we were back at Coachella, but this time we were both single and checked out a show together. At 1 A.M. that night we were lying on a golf course under the stars, and I said, "Don’t think I’m crazy, but I’m in love with you. And I’m going to court you for the rest of your life.""

-Aaron Paul on wife Lauren Parsekian


Oh my god.


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