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vintagelittleteacup:

california-studs:

fastenyourfuckingbelts:

polluteify:

im-simply-me:

1hey:

it hurt when I stumbled across her.  she was like broken glass all along the floor.  but it was beautiful and my curiosity got the best of me.  I remember looking at her and all I could see was pain.  she had this insane look of desperation; you could almost feel it. and yet her eyes were still hollow; like the life had been sucked out of her.  I wanted to pick up her pieces.  I wanted to put her back together. and so I tried. I really did. I got a little cut along the way.  the more I tried to fix her the more fragile I became myself but I didn’t care.  I wanted to see her happy.  every time I made her laugh I thought about how I wanted to make her laugh forever.  she was getting better.  eventually she was put together enough to get up and walk away.  but she didn’t take me with her.  and I’ve been stuck sitting here where I first found her. wondering if the pieces left on the floor are hers or mine. I should probably get the fuck up.

THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL OHMYGOD

wow..

This actually fucking hurt to read.

THIS HURT SO MUCH TO READ

Oh my god, this is so heartbreaking yet so fucking beautiful to read. Just wow, I’m speechless.

vintagelittleteacup:

california-studs:

fastenyourfuckingbelts:

polluteify:

im-simply-me:

1hey:

it hurt when I stumbled across her.
she was like broken glass all along the floor.
but it was beautiful and my curiosity got the best of me.
I remember looking at her and all I could see was pain.
she had this insane look of desperation; you could almost feel it.
and yet her eyes were still hollow; like the life had been sucked out of her.
I wanted to pick up her pieces.
I wanted to put her back together.
and so I tried. I really did.
I got a little cut along the way.
the more I tried to fix her the more fragile I became myself but I didn’t care.
I wanted to see her happy.
every time I made her laugh I thought about how I wanted to make her laugh forever.
she was getting better.
eventually she was put together enough to get up and walk away.
but she didn’t take me with her.
and I’ve been stuck sitting here where I first found her.
wondering if the pieces left on the floor are hers or mine.
I should probably get the fuck up.

THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL OHMYGOD

wow..

This actually fucking hurt to read.

THIS HURT SO MUCH TO READ

Oh my god, this is so heartbreaking yet so fucking beautiful to read. Just wow, I’m speechless.

Source: 1hey

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deodomuique:

“No matter how much falls on us, we keep plowing ahead. That’s the only way to keep the roads clear.” 
- Greg Kincaid

deodomuique:

“No matter how much falls on us, we keep plowing ahead. That’s the only way to keep the roads clear.”

- Greg Kincaid

Source: deodomuique

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binarysnake:

claudiaisnotinteresting:


In 1983 a man was tested to see if he could sense god if all his senses were taken away. Every sense nerve in his brain was disconnected. He could not feel, hear, see or smell. He began reporting he could hear the voices of the dead and gave precise details that he could have not known. He then said he could see them and began clawing at his eyes, it turned to screaming and biting chunks of his flesh off. His last words were “I have spoken with God, and he has abandoned us” and died.

this is terrifying

Why hello nightmares, fancy seeing you again…

binarysnake:

claudiaisnotinteresting:

In 1983 a man was tested to see if he could sense god if all his senses were taken away. Every sense nerve in his brain was disconnected. He could not feel, hear, see or smell. He began reporting he could hear the voices of the dead and gave precise details that he could have not known. He then said he could see them and began clawing at his eyes, it turned to screaming and biting chunks of his flesh off. His last words were “I have spoken with God, and he has abandoned us” and died.

this is terrifying

Why hello nightmares, fancy seeing you again…

Source: kv96ic28

fuck-benedict:

maplehoofs:

fuck-benedict:

I JUST WANTED TO SING THE ALPHABET I DIDNT ASK FOR THIS

Ironically, what you wanted instead was the D.

get
out

fuck-benedict:

maplehoofs:

fuck-benedict:

I JUST WANTED TO SING THE ALPHABET I DIDNT ASK FOR THIS

Ironically, what you wanted instead was the D.

get

out

prayerfish:

(via Prayerfish) Even when you’re afraid, keep trusting - Psalms 56:3 | Maggie made this with Prayerfish. http://www.prayerfish.com/

prayerfish:

(via Prayerfish)

Even when you’re afraid, keep trusting - Psalms 56:3 | Maggie made this with Prayerfish.

http://www.prayerfish.com/

Source: made-with-spoken-ly

One day, he’s going to know. He’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parents names. He’ll know how old you were when you learnt to ride a bike, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. He’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your freckles, your laugh lines and your birth marks. He’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. He’s going to know why you’re awake at 5am most nights, where you were when you realised you’d lost a good friend, why you picked up the razor and how you managed to put it down before things went too far. He’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. He’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your parents. He’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. He’s going to know about your love for mayonnaise, your dream of being famous when you were five, your need to quote any film you know all the way through, and your fear of growing older. He’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it’s his favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget and kiss. He’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. He’s going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take twenty minutes to order a Starbucks, have to organise your DVD’s alphabetically, and check your horoscope… just incase. He’ll know your McDonald’s order, how many sugars to put in your tea, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwiches cut into triangles. He’s going to know how you feel without you telling him, that you need a wee from a look on your face, and that you’re crying without shedding tears. He’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. He’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and you know what else? He is still going to love you.
— (via brigette-rose)

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