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This is why it hurts the way it hurts.

You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache.

You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much.

Iain S. Thomas (via southeastskies)

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Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.
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If you want to kill yourself, kill what you don’t like. I had an old self that I killed. You can kill yourself too, but that doesn’t mean you got to stop living.
Vargus, Archie’s Final Project (via kushandwizdom)

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Who did that to you? Who fucked you up so bad, emotionally and mentally that you’ve completely shut down anyone who tries to help you. You don’t talk about your feelings, you push kind people away, and you let negative people in. You refuse to open up and let someone love or care about you. Who fucking did that to you?
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We go back to the same people time after time because we think there’s nothing better out there in the world for us. We stay loyal to people who play with our hearts.

Each time she leaves, you spend your evenings staring at the open door, waiting for her to walk back in again. Your pillows and sheets fall around the shape of her ghost.

This is where you start to shed. This is where you start to molt. This is where you outgrow all the parts of your soul that she touched.

Because first love will not be the only love. No love will be able to replicate this love, but each love will be different in a better way. You will grow, you will change. You will not be the same person you are today. With each love, you will learn how to love better.

This is the part where you learn to love yourself. No love is a substitute for self-love. This is the part where you unravel. You tuck all her skin cells, strands of hair, and sweaters that she left behind into a box. And you burn. You burn it all.

You use the ashes to fertilize a garden and you pour your soul into something that can love you back. You wait for the rain to clear out your pain.

Because this is just a season. We have to shed our leaves in fall and we think we’re supposed to be dead by winter when all the life goes into hiding. But life is not made up of one season.

This is the part where you find new things about life to fall in love with. This is the part where you relearn what it’s like to live again. Life goes on whether we’re in love or not.

Most importantly, let go of the things that make you heavy.

3:21 p.m. (V.N.

dedicated to Lauren who’s going through a hard time

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He saw death and the approach of death in everything; but the work he had begun interested him all the more. After all, he had to live his life somehow till death came. Everything for him was wrapped in darkness; but just because of the darkness, feeling his work to be the only thread to guide him through that darkness, he seized upon it and clung to it with all his might.
"Anna Karenina", Leo Tolstoy  (via mirroir)

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