Hell exists.
it’s here.
3 a.m.
awake and
without you.
Beau Taplin, “Hell exists.” (via deindealer)
Tag: words
The broken heart. You think you will die, but you just keep living, day after day after terrible day
Who hasn’t asked himself, am I a monster or is this what it means to be human?
Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star (via seaballads)
I do not like
divided hearts;
and if I give mine,
I give it whole.
JoseMaria Escriva (via pancettaamore)
No, fuck you. I was worth it.
You never know how sick you are until you try to recover.
Unknown (via mourningmelody)
Remember that you were art long before he came to admire you, and you’ll continue to be art even when he’s gone.
a masterpiece is still a masterpiece when the lights are off and the room is empty // charlotte geier (via brighteyes-and-blacklights)
You always kind of have that person, that one person who you feel might interrupt your wedding and be like, ‘Don’t do it cause we’re not over yet’. I think everybody has that one person who kind of floats in and out of their life, and the narrative is never truly over.
Taylor Swift (x)
my thoughts cannot move an inch without bumping into some piece of you
A quote I found written on a newspaper on a train the other day
darknesstohislight 