jerrylooksdelicious:

Cry on We Heart It.
We are all broken, that’s how the light gets in.
- Ernest Hemingway  (via deserted-streets)

(Source: henretta84, via lonely-dying)

There are days that I cannot find the sun even though its right outside my goddamn window.
- Neil Hilborn, “This is Not the End of the World” (via jewist)

(Source: beba-s, via im-pitch-blacks-w0rst-nightmar3)

fleeten:

don’t stare at the moon too long or else you’ll remember that nothing in this stupid fucking world makes sense

(via im-pitch-blacks-w0rst-nightmar3)

People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.

But sometimes
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up

And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss them so much
you don’t know what to do with your hands.

- Rosie Scanlan, On Missing Them  (via bluegirls)

(via lonely-dying)

the thought of someone else touching you makes me sick to my stomach
- (via hefuckin)

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