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I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’
Azra.T “My Heart is Full of Open Windows.” (via bl-ossomed)
I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’
Azra.T “My Heart is Full of Open Windows.” (via bl-ossomed)
You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.
(via bratsquad)
I am forced to consume my own happiness, tears, and everything in private.
Friedrich Nietzsche, from Selected Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)
He is God
in blue jeans. His wife,
a saint. She’ll have his children.
They’ll have his eyes,
I have this moment
between the jump and the ground.
I know he is not mine.
I am the thief, not the victim. My bed
is an empty ring box, an unmade apology.
When he leaves, I will write my vows
in the tangled sheets.
I will not yearn. I will not mourn.
I’ll hate every man with his name.