T O R I E
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(via forgottenfeeelings)
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“I know your heart is broken, into tiny little pieces scattered and burried somewhere where no one can ever find it again. I know your eyes are swollen from crying every night without anyone knowing. I know your mind is worked up from day to night, thinking of the events that keeps on replaying. I know your body is tired and no amount of sleep can help you. I know you feel lonely even when your surrounded by the laughter and smiles of your friends. I know you’re scared again, to trust anybody and hand your heart to them freely, how much you bottled all those weight inside you and restraining yourself from crashing down. I know you’re tired, hurt and lonely; I know this is cliche but please, hold on. Someday, those scars will heal and the pain will fade. Everything will hurt less. As time passes by, as every struggle come through, you’ll get there. You’ll reach the day where you will finally bloom. Please, don’t give up. It’s okay to cry, it’s normal, there will be times when you will be in the verge of breaking down, there will be nights when you can’t hold yourself any longer but, keep in mind that you need to stay alive, that you’ll find your purpose and don’t quit. You’ll escape from this barrier, trust me. Just continue to fight those demons around you, don’t listen to their whispers, they’ll leave you soon. Be strong, not for them, but for yourself.” — S.L // A message for myself (via conqueredbythoughts) -
(via so-you-runongasoline)
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“I hope you look for me in everyone you meet.” — Because I Look For You (#206: February 27, 2014)(via bruffdog)
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“Be happy for no reason, like a child. If you are happy for a reason, you’re in trouble, because that reason can be taken from you.” — Deepak Chopra (via perrfectly) -
“Here’s the deal. I am not the kind of person to tell you I love you right after being sure I do. Not after 3 months being together, not even after being sure of an “I love you too.” But I’ll admit, I would want to. I would be afraid to sound too desperate, and clingy, it hurts. Not knowing I would tell you “I miss you” five times a weekend. Not being aware I would ask you to come over even when I’m busy as fuck, not being conscious of the fact I would hold you so tightly, you would guess I’m never planning on letting go. I would squeeze your hands so tightly while running my fingers across the dimples in your back. I’ll tell you to take care of your friends first, I would literally cycle three hours to find you, even if I didn’t know the way. I’ll cross most of the borders of my comfort zones to make sure you’re okay. But I would not tell you I love you. It’s a stupid thing, I know. Espescially because I had probably already spelled the words out with my lips when they met yours, the first time. But I want you to be sure that I mean it, that my heart burns while saying it, in a good way though, in the very best way. Instead, I’ll secretly write about you with a smile from ear to ear. And scribble “I love you” in my worst handwriting, because my hand shakes when it’s hungry for yours. So here you go. I love you. And I mean it. Fuck sake, do I mean it.” — Things I would never tell you, II (via popart) -
“I wish I’d done everything on Earth with you.”