"She was my north, my south, my east and west,
My working week and Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song.
I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong."
My working week and Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song.
I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong."
Good lord who reblogged this it had 80 this morning dkajfdkajf
I LOVE YOUR POETRY
(via gunz-n-rosez)
"I’m not sad, but the boys who are looking for sad girls always find me. I’m not a girl anymore and I’m not sad anymore. You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn’t he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole."
Warsan Shire (via longlive—thequeen)
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"The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad. You know, when Sad tries to bite its lip and not cry and smile and go, “No, I’m happy for you?” That’s when it’s really sad."
John Mayer (via ohfairies)
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I had a dream last night that I killed all those shirtless guys with “swag” and their duckface girlfriends too.
It was the Yolocaust.
(Source: thesickestjokes, via possumpotions)
