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¿Cómo quitarte esa sensación de que no sirves para nada, si todo lo que haces te sale mal?

~Jk

Yo entiendo que ella te haya gustado, tiene los ojos más grandes y bonitos, la boca más bonita, facciones más perfectas y marcadas, es delgada... ella es perfecta. Jamás entendí qué fue lo que te gustó de mí y tal vez ni tú lo entendías, pero ahora llegó ella, que es todo lo que a ti te gusta realmente.

- (via @i-am-just-a-lost-star)

Perhaps this brokenness can only be healed by the rhythm of your storm.

Lukas W. // Rhythm of your storm (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

How am I supposed to trust again when you’ve shattered me into a thousand pieces and taken half of them with you?

titled “I don’t know its 12 am and I have school tomorrow”  submission #431 (via 10secondstosayitall)

via weheartit

#157

The things I can not say. Tumblr will say it for me.

always (via wanderlustt–dreaming)

My mind, A whirling washing machine, Leaves stains in all the clothes, Tinting them the color of Coffee stains; Wears out the fabric, Tearing uneven holes; And leaves the clothes Soggy and bunched up, Waiting to be hung Out to dry.

meaningless–poetry (via thesocietyofpoets)

Te acabo de conocer, pero la verdad es que no me quiero quedar, ni me quiero ilusionar, porque eres destructivo lo veo en tus pupilas

(via t-a-b-a-t-a)

Every part of me wants to help you, But I don’t know how. I couldn’t help myself then; How could I help you now? If there’s anything I remember From when I felt that low, It’s that you feel you need someone, But as for who, you don’t know. No one seems to understand What goes on in your mind, But now I see depression’s the same In more ways than you can find. There are things that I wish I could tell myself then, Like to never believe When you think it’s the end, But I know better than to think That you’ll believe my every word. There’s nothing you need to hear; You need to be heard. But how can I show you That it’s okay to spill it out When you have no reason to trust me, And my story you know nothing about. Maybe I ought to tell you, But would it really do any good When you’re already aware that you Stand where millions have stood? You already have friends and medicine, But it doesn’t seem to suffice. I wish I had more to offer, But uselessness is my greatest vice.

Helpless (via meaningless--poetry)

We fall in love with one version of someone and we expect them to stay that way, but they never do.

Olivia Wilde (via wnq-movies)

I miss who I was before I met you. Every time I napped in your arms I left a part of my heart next to your lips on the pillow. Every time I woke up next to you I gave a part of my soul to the sunshine across your cheeks. Trying to remember who I was before you ever came into my life is trying to crawl into the skin of a stranger on the street, is trying to break into a home that is not my own to steal their belongings, is trying to become best friends with a person I have long since stopped talking to. I miss the person I was before I ever held your hands against my throat. I miss the person I was before I ever let your pulse beat against the scars on my body. I miss the person who never met you - because they would never have to miss you like I do.

I Hope You Never Read This (K.P.K)

Look Up by Adam Gallagher (website) | LVSH

http://iglovequotes.net/

your face looks familiar. “rest here,” you say. i wrap my arms around your neck and it feels appropriate not to let go. who are you? who are you? the moon looks serene, you place your head on my shoulder and we talk about the gods, your voice makes me feel well. you kiss my cheek and pause for a while i feel your smile against my face and i tell you, “do this everytime you see me.” it’s like you know too well how scared i am to be alone. you appear when the night is pitch-black  and the blanket isn’t warm enough to make me feel safe. you appear when my memory is unclear and my heart is disturbed. we kiss like we hate missing each other when the sun appears. we kiss like lovers, we kiss like we both want to stay this way, forever.

but in the morning you’ll go / m.c (via pakalmot)

I knew he didn’t love me, but I adored him anyway.

Patti Smith (via wnq-music)