vagando-procione:

 
sudeikat:

"When they don’t love you the way you want to, you mourn that for however long you need to. But then you get back up and you remind yourself. You are not a reflection of the people who can’t love you. You will love again. You will be loved again." - Caitlyn Siehl 

sudeikat:

"When they don’t love you the way you want to, you mourn that for however long you need to. But then you get back up and you remind yourself. You are not a reflection of the people who can’t love you. You will love again. You will be loved again." - Caitlyn Siehl 

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6ae:

I’m doing that serie of paintings called “bodies bathed in milk”, for now I have only a few sketches, started repainting one of them on canvas. I like the way how a body drowned in milk allows to expose only particular parts of it, while then rest is being covered by the liquid and stays unvisible which makes the final effect kind of grotesque

6ae:

I’m doing that serie of paintings called “bodies bathed in milk”, for now I have only a few sketches, started repainting one of them on canvas. I like the way how a body drowned in milk allows to expose only particular parts of it, while then rest is being covered by the liquid and stays unvisible which makes the final effect kind of grotesque

(via to-whom-it-matters)

No matter how careful you are, there’s going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn’t experience it all. There’s that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should’ve been paying attention.
Well, get used to that feeling. That’s how your whole life will feel some day.

Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (via psych-facts)

I saw the picture of her wearing your sweatshirt
and you wearing the sweatshirt I just gave back after four years and
I wonder if she knows
that I wore that sweatshirt when I saw you after 3 months
and cried in the back of the car because I missed you so much
I wonder if she knows
about the time that you slowly took that sweatshirt off of me and
kissed me everywhere I’m sure you’ve already kissed her
I wonder if she knows
how you loved it when I wore nothing but that sweatshirt.

Even though you’ve washed every bit of me out since
I know a piece of me is still there and
I wish I could tell you she’ll never love you like I did
and I wish I could tell her not to even try but
who am I to judge?
I’m not a part of your life anymore and
you’ve made it clear I never will be again but
I hope maybe you thought of me when she
pulled that sweatshirt over her head and you
finally saw she wasn’t me.

on seeing a picture of you with her | a.m.t. (via sweet-red-wine)

holy shit

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sintire:

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sintire:

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