☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾ When I saw you cry, something in me broke and it felt like all of my broken pieces were trying to fit all of your broken pieces. So maybe we won't crumble altogether. ☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
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*brianna* posted a quote
July 31, 2015 12:12am UTC
You're doing all these things out of desparation. You're going through the six degrees of separation. First, you think the worst is a broken heart. What's gonna kill you is the second part. And the third, is when your world splits down the middle. And fourth, you're gonna think you fixed yourself. Fifth, you see them out with someone else. And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fcked up a little.
Tell me stories about yourself. Tell me what you've been through to become the person you are today. Tell me the mistakes you've made & what you've learned from them. I want you to trust me enough to tell me these things. Make me fall harder for you by letting know what kind of an amazing person you are from all of your stories.
I Love You I love your lips when they’re wet with wine And red with a wild desire; I love your eyes when the love light lies Lit with a passionate fire. I love your arms when the warm white flesh Touches mine in a fond embrace; I love your hair when the strands enmesh Your kisses against my face. — ( ♥ Ella Wheeler wilcox )
I guess I am just tired. Tired of being talked about behind my back. Tired of being laughed at. Tired of being made fun of. Tired of feeling ugly. Tired of being ignored. Tired of feeling unloved. Tired of no one caring. Tired of pretending to be happy, when all I want to do is cry.