And when he looks at me
I swear I can’t breathe


Words to her, about him / collection #2 (via fawun)

(Source: splittinghorizons, via iislandbliss)


sexualremarks:

WHY DO PARENTS ALWAYS RUIN YOUR DAY AND THEN ACT LIKE THEY DIDNT RUIN YOUR DAY AND WONDER WHY YOURE IN A BAD MOOD

(via s-e-l-f-h-a-t-e)

I want to make you feel so fucking happy that you forget every bit of sad in you

Nahilliam Truspear (via truornah)

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Why are you still here? 

You deserve the universe and I’m the gravity that holds you back. You deserve to be weightless but youre tethered to me. You have talent in your fingertips but I’m a pile of decaying dreams. You really deserve more and you can do infinitely better than the empty love I have left to offer. Why are you still here? I’m just clingy and sad and dumb and hopeless but you are happy and smart and lovely and all kinds of beautiful. Let me go, I don’t belong here. I am not quirky or adorably awkward, nor am I preppy or mysterious or sexy or cool or sassy or beautiful. I am too-long pauses and interrupted. I am pushed away and half-hearted apologies. I am the crack in the sidewalk, olny aknowledged when tripped over. I am the blocked out silhouette that seeps fear into the heart of toddlers that are later consoled because they are “just shadows.” I don’t know if I’m going anywhere or which way I’m going because every direction seems to be the wrong one. I have no stories, I have no glory. I am just a wasteland. Why are you still here?

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sincerelyhappines:

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asian:

I really like you but you’re an ocean and I’m just a wave

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