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You don’t have to be pretty like her. You can be pretty like you.

She’s sweet, but she’s fucked-up.

This is why dreams can be such dangerous things: they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes they consume us completely.

I wish people could just say how they feel like ‘Hey I really don’t like when you do that to me’ or ‘Hey I’m in love with you’ or ‘Hi I really miss you and I think about you all the time’ without sounding desperate. Why can’t everyone be painfully honest and just save people the trouble.

and you underestimated me. your mistake.

"I want alcohol so strong, that it burns your name out of my throat."

A book can teach you, a conversation can assure you, a poem can seduce you, a genius can inspire you but only you can save yourself.

And my heart, where have I wasted it?

Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darkness in other people.

Everything is temporary; Emotions, thoughts, people and scenery. Do not become attached, just flow with it.

People always say that it hurts at night and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken. But sometimes it’s 9am on a Tuesday morning and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up. And the smell of dusty sunlight and early gray tea makes you miss him so much you don’t know what to do with your hands.

" Maybe I don’t cry but it hurts Maybe I won’t say but I feel Maybe I don’t show but I care “