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"No matter what you do to me, I’m still here. For some odd reason, I
 stick around and put up with all your mood swings and unkind words. I
 just let your comments roll off me into a puddle on the floor. I make up
 excuses on why you didn’t call, try to think of all the answers. I keep
 going back for more even though sometimes you push me away. I 
don’t know if I can do better, but do I really want to? You’re quick to
 push me down when all I want is to be brought up. When I walk out for
 good, when I really gain the strength I need then maybe you will see.
 Maybe you can look back and say, “Wow that girl really did love me."

- (via thelovewhisperer)

"Don’t be fooled. Don’t keep people around you if they’re toxic and infectious, the ones that are full of evil and make you miserable more than they light up your life. They will infect you with a type of darkness that makes you question your value and whether or not you deserve to exist."

- the girl that knows it all… (via endlessmulla)

Today I smoked my last Cigarette


Whenever somebody says that to me, I laugh
I mean, I’ll admit it: we’re smoking because somebody broke us
Someone snuck underneath our armor
And made us wish for worse than death
Someone took us to a point in which we’d rather have our lungs infected with poison
Than to have our minds infected with the thought of them

We knew the risk
And wanted to die anyways
But it’s much easier to go into a store and spend 10 regretable dollars
Than it is to spend an entire day regretting you

"I don’t love him, but he’s here and you aren’t."

- anon (via wastedoff-yourlove)

(Source: wastedoff-yourlove)

"You pride yourself in being so detached, that you wouldn’t be able to see a good thing if it stood eagerly in front of you. Trust me, I’ve been here for a while now.
You pride yourself in being so detached, that the less emotion you elicit, the more power you seem to possess. And I willingly hand it over to you each and every time.
Please tell me why I’ve nearly killed myself over and over because I never felt adequate enough for you. Or how I would wait outside in the rain for an hour just to see you for 5 minutes.
And no matter how content I should be with myself, I’ll always be a few steps behind, trying to see how I could be better for you. Because just when I’m ready to walk away, I can see your silhouette chasing me down.
And right when I’m about to turn around,
you’re nowhere to be found."

- Connotativewords | jl | Careful
(via connotativewords)

(via connotativewords)

"It’s not that I’ve fully gotten over you. It’s just that, for a moment, I forgot how much I missed you."

- Connotativewords | jl | Relapse (via connotativewords)

(via connotativewords)

"You scare the hell out of me.
And what I mean by that is,
every time you do as little as look my way,
the demons inside of me run for their lives.
Every time you put your hands on me,
it’s as if I’ve been wiped clean of my sins.
Every time you whisper my name,
I know I’ve been given another chance at life.
And every time you wrap yourself around me,
it feels as though I’m out of harm’s way.
You scare the hell out of me.
And what I mean by that is,
I think I’ve finally found
my saving grace."

- Connotativewords | jl | Angel  (via connotativewords)

(via connotativewords)

"You need to know how badly I want you. At this point, I’m beyond caring if I come off as needy. I don’t care if I come off as weak. I’m already weak at the thought of you laying your hands upon anyone else. I’ve never been one to have a bad temper, but when I picture you sleeping soundly in someone else’s arms, it sets my veins on fire.
I don’t need you to tell me how badly you want me, because chances are, you don’t. I just want you to wake up every morning and remember that there’s someone in this world who refuses to put you anywhere else but first. And I’m sorry if my hands are shaking as I say this to you. I’m just afraid. I’m afraid that your name will still beat within the rhythm of my chest as I’m lying next to someone else. I’m afraid of hearing your favorite song on the radio in the car, and no longer being able to see the road. I’m afraid that everything I have will never be enough if I try to give it to anyone else but you.
Maybe you don’t need to know how badly I want you.
Maybe I just need to know if you could ever want me too."

- Connotativewords | jl | Truth Be Told (via connotativewords)

(via connotativewords)