Please Don't Go But Don't Come Too Close

"و لو أن إبليس يومًا رآكِ، لقبل عينيك ثم اهتدى"

"And if the devil were to see you, he would kiss your eyes and repent"

-farouq gouida

There are two kinds of love in this world; one that makes you forget the life you live, and one that makes you want to live your life all over again.

Lukas W. // Two kinds of love (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

i could be his controversially young girlfriend.. just sayin

that gray streak 🥹

honestly just holding your hand would make me hella happy

— a lovely kind thing

i think we’re all guilty of hurting someone that we used to care about. but nothing lasts forever, not even the bad. i can’t sit here in forever and keep apologizing for things that i am no longer capable of feeling or doing. i think it’s a growing up thing. i think it’s a you didn’t know yourself thing. i think it’s a she didn’t know where to find love thing. i think it’s a he didn’t have time to make her happy thing. i think it’s a selfish thing, i think it’s a we’ve become too dependent on this drug called love thing. i can’t spend my days in eternal anguish because of the things that i’m no longer capable of doing or feeling. words come easy if they mean nothing, so i’ve been saying less and listening more. i wish i would’ve done that when you were still around. hearts wear and tear too, just like a smile that is too unbearably heavy to keep up everytime we’re asked if we’ve been okay. darling, i’ve seen better. we all love a good ending, but the reality of things is it doesn’t always end well. that’s expectations and assumptions, swallow up your pride and say you’re sorry. if you hurt the right person, you’ll spend the rest of your life picking up the pieces because how you love someone is just an extension of how you’d love yourself. i think that’s the secret. to love someone properly, to remember when you first met this person and how anxious you were about making a good first impression. how did we get here? i think it’s an addiction kind of thing. i think it’s a silly habit sort of thing. to want to love, but to not know what to do when it’s crying right in front of your face and you’re telling them to stop because it’s all that they do. i think it’s a i never listened type thing. so i’ve been listening to my future lovers and i’ve been imagining that every time i open my arms and pull them in, that every tear drop i’ve dried on my shoulders— every single apology being accepted kind of thing. my way to love right and grow better kind of thing. here’s to the lovers out there whose hurting that one person they’re going to regret forever kind of sentence, just listen to them and be quiet every now and again. it’ll do wonders.

You’re so much prettier when you smile.

“I will love you with the dust of who I was, with the skin I am now, and with the bones that will one day decorate my tomb.”

— Christopher Poindexter

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she watered the flowers inside her, she thought it's beautiful until it made her hard to breathe

Today is another day in which it feels like I can’t do anything right. Another day that makes me hate myself more. Another day that makes me wish I didn’t exist anymore.