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"Before you say yes, get him angry. See him scared, see him wanting, see him sick. Stress changes a person. Find out if he drinks and if he does, get him drunk - you’ll learn more about his sober thoughts. Discover his addictions. See if he puts you in front of them. You can’t change people, baby girl. If they are made one way, it doesn’t just wear off. If you hate how he acts when he’s out of it now, you’re going to hate it much worse eight years down the road. You might love him to bits but it doesn’t change that some people just don’t fit."

- inkskinned, “My father’s recipe for the man I should marry” (via partygirlmeltdown)


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"Never beg someone to stay."

- my five word story  (via bdtn)

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"One day, whether you
are 14,
or 65

you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.

However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to find––

is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives."

- Beau Taplin, "The Awful Truth" {Hunting Season – 28 copies left} (via perfect)

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"I’m so afraid people are going to leave me, I push them away. I’m so afraid of getting hurt that I hurt people before they can hurt me. I’m so afraid of feeling things I don’t want to deal with that I refuse to feel anything at all."

- And It’s not a good way to be (via these-fading-scars)

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"It may have been in pieces but I gave you the best of me."

- J.Morrison (via undersstand)

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"Every relationship is messed up. What makes it perfect is if you still want to be there when things really suck."

- Carla, Scrubs / S2 x Ep. 16 (via perfect)

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"Don’t you fucking dare tell me that I’m perfect if I’m not good enough to make you want to stay."

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"I used to build dreams about you."

- F. Scott Fitzgerald (via bl-ossomed)

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"It’s 4am and I can’t remember how your voice sounds anymore."

- Beau Taplin, 4am (via melisica)

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Missing you comes in waves.

Tonight I’m drowning.


- Hannah Taylor, “Waves”  (via delfiini)

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Tonight I listened to a voicemail you left me three months ago.
In it, you told me to go fuck myself.
I still remember that night.
I still remember those words rolling off your tongue so gracefully.
I remember wondering how someone so beautiful could be so cruel.

Two months ago I called you at three A.M.
I expected you to ignore it, or to send me to voicemail;
those were two of the things you were best at.
You answered and I felt my heart begin to race;
you probably thought it was because I missed you,
but truthfully it was because I didn’t expect you to answer,
and because I really had to pee.
I asked you how you were and you sat there quietly and confused.
It was like you forgot that I existed and that I was once a part of your life.
You told me “fine” and I smiled.
That was the last conversation we had.
I made sure to let go of you, and every negative word that was said, in a peaceful way.

Fast forward two months, and I still wonder how you are.
I still wonder how your dog is and if you’ve seen any good movies lately.
If you ever heard me say this, you’d probably blush like you used to whenever I said something sweet.
You’d probably think I think these things because I still love you, that I still want you.
But that is not the case.
You see, six months ago I was jumping through hoops to please you.
To make sure that you were happy before myself.
To make sure that I was the one causing your happiness.
But it is not six months ago.
It is now.
And now I simply remember you as a person I gave my soul to.
A person I told secrets to at 4am and fucked to feel a sense of closeness.
A person I loved, yes.
But it is not six months ago.
It is now, and now I miss you.
I miss the way you called randomly just to ask how my day was.
I miss the way you seemed to care, even if you didn’t.
I miss the friendship and the secrets and the stories.
And maybe one day things will be different.
Maybe you’ll call me on a Tuesday afternoon and ask how my day was.
These are the things I think about before my eyes slowly close and I am finally rewarded with sleep.
But for right now?
Go fuck yourself.



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