Until you heal the wounds of your past, you are going to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with sex; But eventually, it will all ooze through and stain your life. You must find the strength to open the wounds, Stick your hands inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past, the memories and make peace with them.
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He was the first person to teach me that I’m worth both nothing, and everything.
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I’d be his, if he asked.
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How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.

Nina LaCour, Hold Still  (via californiagirlwearingpearls)

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you fall asleep with his fingertips burning through your skin and you can still feel his teeth pressed against yours long after he’s dropped you off at home and his voice lights up in your head and pushes away everything that could possibly be bad. He’s everything now. And god everything tastes so good. But six months later you come home shaking, followed by a trail of blood and teardrops, and your happiness is leaking out of you into a puddle on the floor and you’re down on your knees trying to shove it all back into your chest while you scream “OH GOD MOM HE KISSED HER OH GOD”

my sixth grade english teacher told me not to make anyone my world and I thought she was crazy till last night  (via extrasad)

this hurt my soullllll

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