You have a way
Of getting into my head
And messing with my thoughts.
But please try to realise
That I don’t care,
And I don’t want to know
About your newest conquest
Or the girl you met yesterday.
I don’t want to hear
About how she swept you off your feet,
Or how you danced till midnight
And that you kissed her goodbye
Before saying that she
Had the most beautiful eyes.
Because if you’ve moved on
Please have the good sense
To let me do the same.
Please stop tugging on my heart strings
They’re no longer yours to play
And stop calling when you’re drunk,
I don’t want to know that she broke your heart
Or that you want me back
Because drunken words,
Are not always sober thoughts
And your lies
Will always become tangled
With my early morning musings
And I’m sick,
Sick to the core of it.

-Just let me go (via blossomfully)

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I really liked you, more than I’ve liked anyone in a long time. The reality is I won’t ever be able to call you mine and that’s not a big deal to you.

-Reality (via beentough-butstillcheering-youon)

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I want you here, I want you in the most beautiful and intimate ways. I want to sigh into your ear and breathe into your lungs, I want you to make my body shake and I want to make you feel electric. I want to feel the arch in your back, I want to kiss every inch of your skin. I want to love you, I want to taste you.

-The heart (via galaxygoddes)

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It makes me mad that you don’t want me when I want you so bad.

(Source: theperksofbeingashadow)

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We’re not something, but we’re not nothing.

-(via thisisnotmyfairytaleendingg)

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And it was after months of silence that I realised we make better strangers than we ever did anything else.

-Unknown (via perfect)

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The thing about soul mates many people don’t grasp (or at least don’t pay enough attention to) is your soulmate loving you and being there for you no matter what. Normally, people use this phrase when talking about an argument they have with someone they’re involved with: “Yeah, but I thought you loved me no matter what!” But do they? A partner or a date may still take you out again because of the tattoo you got while you were drunk or because you had something stuck in your teeth, but… but your soul mate… they are there for life. For every life. Your soul mate will love you when you fall off of the [insert addiction here] wagon. They will be there to help you back into it. Your soul mate will love you when you eat popcorn and drink coffee in one sitting, so you end up in the bathroom three times in one hour to take a shit. They will be there to rub your thigh and give you a glass of Sprite to soothe your stomach. Your soul mate will not love your flaws considering you hate them; that’s why they’re flaws. Rather, they would compliment you little by little until you not only stop hating your flaws, but acknowledge them and not allow them to drag you down. Some people don’t realize your soul mate is with you always. Disagreement is human. Arguing is human. Although, your soul and theirs are ALWAYS in sync, even though your physical bodies are leagues apart, your stances on something are totally conflicted, and you’re right-wing and they’re left. It doesn’t fucking matter. Soul mates are there for you even when they don’t have to be — especially when they don’t have to be. Your soul mate might hate your knock-knock jokes and you might hate their snoring, but that’s what makes the whole concept of souls being drawn to each other for thousands of years so intriguing. Your soul mate, in another life, could fucking fall out of their chair laughing at your knock-knock jokes and they could go every night without one snore. You don’t care if they wake you up crying over a Disney movie and they don’t care if you spend some money from a loan on a new pair of jeans. You’ll comfort them and tell them Todd and Copper will always be in each other’s hearts and they’ll sew a patch on those jeans when they rip. Your soul mate really, truly will fucking love you NO MATTER WHAT. They aren’t the light at the end of the tunnel, oh, no. They are the oil lamp in your hand and the book of matches in your pocket. Even when you are in the darkest corner of your mind, they will always be there to strike and brighten that sucker up.


“The Thing About Soul Mates” , Bella Militi (via castielssam)

this is beautiful and perfect and i wanna cry

(via number1cuntdiva)

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