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A relationship is like a house. When a light bulb burns out you do not go and buy a new house, you fix the light bulb. (via fuckingbizarre)

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2 weeks ago // 19,758 notes
I don’t remember how to feel. Six word poem. (via gray-horizon)

3 weeks ago // 43 notes
Don’t ever compliment me by insulting other women. That’s not a compliment, it’s a competition none of us agreed to. "You’re not like other girls." Shut the fuck up. (via flowing-air)

BLESS THIS!!

(via oceanechild)

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3 weeks ago // 491,193 notes
If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness. A phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner (via inthemiddleeast)

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3 weeks ago // 503,911 notes

My friend once told me
she liked this guy because of his hands
And I found it absurd that anyone
would develop feelings over one feature,
and not care about the rest

It wasn’t until you used your hands
to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed
and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer,
and my insides exploded
and my head buzzed with bliss.

And the first night you slept over,
you fell asleep with your hand
laid over my stomach
and your fingers felt like a fire
that I didn’t mind burning my skin.

The first time we got drunk,
was the first time you played with my hair,
and my god I was hooked,
I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop.

And in public you’d hold my hand,
and rub your thumb in little circles
that left me wanting you more,
no matter what you would never let me go,
I was glued to you,
and I honestly didn’t mind

When we talked about breaking up,
you saw my lips quiver with fear,
and you brushed over my lips with your fingers
before pulling me into your lap
and you kissed me like never before.
With your hands on my hips
pulling me so close to you,
leaving no space in between us.
It was then I realized I never wanted you to go

Its now that,
I finally understand why hands
were the only feature that mattered

Hands: Carol Shlyakhova (via endsofadream)

my life rn

(via cuffbrooke)

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4 weeks ago // 85,970 notes
He said that
We can
Still be friends.
But I think
He meant that
We can
Be the kind of
Strangers that share
Silent memories and
A passing smile
Every once in a while. M.S. (via coffee-crinkled-pages)

4 weeks ago // 31,400 notes
Sometimes you meet someone and even though you
never liked brown eyes before, their eyes are your new favourite colour. (via girlchoking)

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4 weeks ago // 483,045 notes