My alone feels so good, I’ll only have you if you’re sweeter than my solitude.
Warsan Shire (via mor-iarty)
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1 hour ago // 16,610 notes
Nonchalance, with a touch of “I don’t give a f**k”, and a whole lot of pretty.
Snejana Onopka (via fuckyeahmodelquotes)
3 days ago // 515 notes
I think the most saddest thing in a relationship is having to say bye to someone when you still love them. Along with having to pretend that you never knew them, but how do you forget someone who made you feel so alive..
baefiveoneoh (via baefiveoneoh)
3 days ago // 393 notes
if you consider a woman
less pure after you’ve touched her
maybe you should take a look at your hands
I will never not reblog this
3 days ago // 1,124,507 notes
There is a heart buried in the backyard and the neighbors are starting to complain about the smell. It’s not mine, but I am still purple as a bruise. My dearest Superman, there are other ways to be brave than becoming a martyr. I stitched that cape myself and wrapped it around you like sacrifice. Like ‘please come back when you’re done saving everyone’. Like ‘please stay safe while you’re chasing your monsters’. My dearest Superman, you have a chest that roars like a stadium full of fire. There is no shame in putting out some of the flames. There is no shame in quiet survival. My dearest Superman, your heavy eyelashes have swept the evil out of every city you’ve loved. Come back and look at me the way you used to. My dearest Superman, if this were a different story you’d step out of the phone booth and forgive yourself for not answering the calls. But you are already on someone else’s planet trying to stop the explosions before they happen. My dearest Superman, if you knew about the war in my hands, you would have spent a lifetime counting the casualties. You would have never left my side. My dearest Superman, sometimes it is easier to count the breaths of the living instead of the bodies of the dead. Sometimes it is easier to create your own peace than it is to destroy everyone else’s war. My dearest Superman, it’s okay if you need someone else to be the hero. It’s okay if you are tired of being so brave.
Y.Z, what the comic books never told you (via iamunheardd)
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3 days ago // 931 notes
They’ll grab your waist and whisper in your ear but six months later you’ll find yourself drunk texting them that you miss them and they won’t respond.
GUESS WHO WROTE THIS FUCKERS IT WAS ME (via extrasad)
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3 days ago // 362,540 notes
You see her for the first time and she’ll walk right past you like you are a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air and when you can’t sleep you’ll think about the way her eyes strayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away and disappearing into the crowd of people.
She’ll look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath and when she hugs you her eyes scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes and ears and mouths that could give you away.
When she’s curled up on your lap shaking with mismatched breaths you’ll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms like the tornado in her mind finally hit her and knocked her off her feet.
In half-light she’ll run her fingers over your arms like she is reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into the perfect metaphor and you’ll hear it playback in your head at 4am when your head runs wild with thoughts of her.
You’ll find a safe haven on rooftops and abandoned rooms where she’ll set fire to your insides with hushed breaths between kisses planted perfectly on your lips and make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames while your body is made of paper.
The six stages of falling in love with her. // by rb (via splitterherzen)
You’ll stare God right in the eye and tell him that if loving her was a sin then you want no place in heaven with him because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a type of paradise you’ll never forget.
3 days ago // 65,801 notes