"I was sixteen, laying on my bedroom floor, choking on your goodbye and cigarette smoke with the 98 degree weather burning tears into my cheeks, screaming for my mother because I figured this was it, I was going to die without you because if I couldn’t wake up and see you sleepily mumbling my name into my hair I didn’t want to wake up at all.
I was seventeen, shaky breath, shaky knees, tired lungs and wet hair but I wasn’t drowning like last summer"
- I thought I couldn’t live without you but you were nothing more than a good morning text and someone to pass out next to  (via extrasad)

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"Note to self: don’t let anything destroy you, especially yourself."
- (163/365) by (DS)

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"Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real."
- Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses (via spillthehappiness)

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