“Roam if you must, but come home when you’ve seen enough.”
Atmosphere  (via azucarcult)

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“I can’t stop, but I can’t keep going, Nothing works.”
“I opened my door for you and you came in and burned my house down.”
my lungs are filling with smoke but i cant leave (via insanosylum)

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“I’m ashamed of myself because I know I should be better and I have no idea how to get there.”
— I Don’t Know Where to Go From Here (#370: April 7, 2014)

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“I’m slipping through the cracks of your fingers. I just wish you had the sense to close your fists.”
— Rachel Wolchin (via kushandwizdom)

More good vibes here

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“Forgive the trees
for the way they can’t stop shaking
even after all these years of practice.
Forgive yourself
for the days you don’t even want to try.”
“1. Have you moved on?
2. Do you still love me?
3. Would you go back
and do it over if you could?
4. Have I changed
your outlook on love?
5. Did we give up too quickly?
6. How could you say
that this meant nothing?
7. Was I really
that disposable to you?
8. Was my love really
that much of a burden
on your heart?
9. Did you ever see me
as the one?
10. Will she soon
replace me?
11. Will she ever fill in
the spaces of your heart
that I used to call home?
12. Has she made you
her everything yet?
13. Has she broken
a promise that she swore
to keep?
14. Is she your new addiction?
15. Does she fulfill your fix?
16. Has she given you
what you never could
give to me?
17. Do you think she will
still love you once
the morning light reveals
who you really are?
18. Has she surrendered
herself to your love?
19. Is she everything
that you were looking for?
20. Can she love you
like I still do?
21. Will she ask you
these questions too
when you leave her with
no answers, no hope,
no sign of your return?”
— "21 unanswered questions," - Colleen Brown (via mostlyfiction)

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How could I know you fit my body like a glove? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me.

I have time. Please, devour me.

— Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima mon amour  (via sexpansion)

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“I’m bleeding, I’m not just making conversation.”
— Richard Siken, excerpt from “Wishbone”  (via larmoyante)

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“She imagines him imagining her.
This is her salvation.”
— Margaret Atwood (via ckgarden)

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“Some people get addicted to alcohol
Or drugs
Or cigarettes
Or biting their nails
I get addicted to people
I got addicted to you
I got addicted to the enthusiasm in your voice when you talk about music
The warmth radiating off your body when I was snugly molded into your side
I got addicted to your imperfect smile and the feeling of your lips
I got addicted to the way you said my name
I didn’t want to face the effects of withdrawal
You are by far worse than any drugs I could ever take”
— (via repentinq)

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This is the chemical formula for love:

C8H11NO2+C10H12N2O+C43H66N12O12S2
dopamine, seratonin, oxytocin.

It can be easily manufactured in a lab, but overdosing on any of them can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity.

Let that sink in.

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“I take great care of myself by carefully shutting myself away.”
— Vincent Van Gogh, a letter to his brother, Theo. (via playgroundimperatives)

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