Isaaima - Issaima

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The Supermoon rises over houses in Olvera, in the southern Spanish province of Cadiz, July 12, 2014. Did you miss the Supermoon? See our gallery: http://reut.rs/U4OTGR

(Photo credit: REUTERS/Jon Nazca)

Love, you thought he was the one but I am sorry he ruined you. You waited for late night conversations but he gave you unanswered calls. You needed someone’s arms to hold you during tough times but he gave you mixed signals and uncertainties. When days were lonely and you needed someone who would grab your hand, and take you to the place where you’d heal slowly, he didn’t even call your name he didn’t even call your name he didn’t even call your name You were like a flower, drying and you thought that he was the only raindrop you needed to keep you alive. If it hurts so much to the point that you do not know who you are anymore, walk away. Don’t kiss him on parts you thought he’d tremble. Put down your hands and stop praying to him as if he is your God and he’s the only one who can save you. He’s just a boy. A boy who made you think that you deserve everything when he is not giving anything to you.

to us girls, who are hurting right now: we are all going to make it. (via pakalmot)

do i miss summer yes

Love ends when we start laughing about things that made us cry one day. ينتهي الحب عندما نبدأ بالضحك من الأشياء التي بكينا بسببها يوما

(via nizariat)

“Give me one more day with you, I am dying without you Give me one word and I will stay, I will die without you, Give me one love and I swear it again, I’ll love you until I die.”

— Love & Dying, @anonnotsoanon

I am rarely bored alone; I am often bored in groups and crowds

if my son cheats on his girlfriend ima smack the shit out of him and send the girl a sephora giftcard.

dizzy.

i’m feeling dizzy again

spinning in a daydream like a drunken slowdance

i’m writing love letters in advance

while i’m waiting for whoever’s hand reaches for mine with the right kind of spark in her eye from wildfires we both know all too well

and as i lay down my shield she’ll come out of her shell

i wanted to let her know i see her scars as stars and everything is art to my wildfire heart

and i write love letters in advance

as i’m spinning in a slowdance daydreaming of romance

while waiting for her hand

and i’m feeling dizzy

“Sometimes the night wakes up in the 
middle of me
and I can do nothing
but
become the moon.” -Nayirrah Waheed

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