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theladychelsea:

honeyyvanille:

Sometimes you need to remind yourself that you were the one who carried you through the heartache. You are the one who sits with the cold body on the shower floor, and picks it up. You are the one who feeds it, who clothes it, who tucks it into bed, and you should be proud of that. Having the strength to take care of yourself when everyone around you is trying to bleed you dry, that is the strongest thing in the universe.

I absolutely needed to read that.

arabellashigh:

lookforherinthegreatperhaps:

hello—june:

makes me cry every time

fuck fuck fuck


If you drink enough vodka it tastes like love.

— You’d do anything to feel better, wouldn’t you? (via the-fault-in-our-scars)

You loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god.

— Anais Nin   (via weareallgoingtoburninhellpt2)

He’d never cared much for strawberries, but that summer her lips were so stained with the juices that they were all he tasted.

And he’d never had a favourite fruit, but two years later, a new girl is sat in front of him, laughing at his jokes.

"If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?" She asks playfully.

And he remembers how her hands traced the veins in his neck and made their way across his chest. He remembers her soft breathing and limbs draped across his shoulders.

"Strawberries." He tells her. "I could live a life on nothing but strawberries."

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #54 -"Strawberries" (via fearlessknightsandfairytales)

Fuck

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Shit

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YES SO GOOD PLEASE WRITE THIS

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