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Do not call me perfect,

a lie is never a compliment.

Call me an erratic

damaged and

insecure mess.

Then tell me that you

love me for it.

- Beau Taplin || You’re a fucking wreck and I love you for it. (via wascabar)

(Source: afadthatlastsforever, via exitsty)




Two months into our relationship you once asked me how much I loved you and I just said “From here”. You didn’t get it and you got mad and thought I was playing around.

Breaking up after almost two years together, I sent you a message 6 months later saying “To Here”.

You still didn’t get it.

this hit me hard

fuck this broke my heart

(via i-need-my-sleep)


Calling all the doctors, calling all the nurses,

Calling all conductors who drive the run-down hearses,

Calling to my parents who weren’t there to save me,

Calling to the person who will do the stone engraving,

Calling to the friends who were supposed to have my back,

Calling to the god who never cut me slack:

The world looks so much better from this narrow, cozy grave,

The body of someone who received less than they gave,

The overworked muscles and the tired brain are resting,

Everyone is crying but death is such a blessing.

I remember when I cried and no one ever heard me,

I will never make another sound,

and it’s no longer hurting.


Kayla Kathawa - letters from the grave (via ninakathawa)

Possibly one of the best poems I have ever heard… This person has real talent! Don’t stop 😍

(via wellyouwouldntbelieveit)

(via wellyouwouldntbelieveit)