“Even after he stabbed me in the back, I kept rambling on- apologizing for my blood on his hands.”— Poetry At Most (via poetryatmost)
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“I didn’t want us to end up like this. This is exactly what I was afraid of. I didn’t want us to act like strangers, or maybe even less because we can’t even hold eye contact, because we can’t ever talk again, because we can’t ever know each other again. And maybe I loved you so much that I wish we hadn’t fallen in love, just so I could have kept you by my side, even if it wasn’t as a lover.”— Excerpt from a book I’ll never write
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Y me dijo que le importaba, y luego de la nada dejó de hablarme.
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Everybody goes through… I guess– I guess, something like this, but I…
I didn’t really understand it and– I have no other option but to laugh at it at this point
‘Cause everyone asks ‘’Why do you still stay?’’
And I’m like ‘’I guess I don’t love myself first…’’
That’s it, it’s not really— that’s it.
[… ] And I was thinking of…
I felt like I know, I know him though– and I know that, and I know his heart
And I know what he wouldn’t do to hurt me
But I didn’t realize that I-I-I…
Feeling so confident, feeling so great about myself
And then it just be completely shattered
By one thing, by something so stupid…