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IVELOSTTHEMOSTIMPORTANTTHING.......HIM

so alone

timehealmeofthislove

Holidays with crystal!!! <3

Waiting for time to make something happen

screw ur comfort, throw away the warmth

ps this last photo conveys my contempt for couples everywhere and shows them exactly as i see them, lame and ignorant of the storm headed their way.... I MEAN LOOK AT THE VIGNETTE.

you were meant to look and see us, AND MISS US

HOW IS IT THAT SINCE YOU ENDED IT, (AND IT WAS YOU ALTHOUGH I HAD TO GIVE YOU THE BALLS TO INITIATE IT) ALL YOU CAN REMEMBER IS THE BAD TIMES?????? THE TIMES WE FOUGHT? THE TIMES I WASN'T HAPPY, THE TIMES YOU GOT FRUSTRATED WITH ME.



HOW IS THAT???


COZ IM SITTING HERE BLOODY PLAYING MEMORIES IN MY MIND AND ALTHOUGH I TRY MY HARDEST TO BE LIKE YOU AND REMEMBER BAD, FRUSTRATING SAD MEMORIES ALL I CAN REMEMBER ARE GOOD. i was the best damn thing to EVER happen to you so far so how on God's earth are you only remembering bad? ALL I CAN SEE IS

kate miller hikie in wollongong, big huge balloon animals on the side of the road in the middle of the night, sneaking me out of my house at night to go on long all night drives, you nursing me better when i had glandular fever, making miska and other crazy drinks in your appartment, making lunch and sitting on your appartment balcony, making smoothies, walking to franklins, walking to rightway, the boat, playing red dead, sleeping in the back of your car on a mattress, rome, paris, Amsterdam, sanke bites, BRINGING SEXY BACK, shopping at top shop and getting you the most awesome jumpers, oysters, you pretending you had an axe under the bed and was going to kill me, staying at the rydges, going out for sushi, watching countless movies and tv shows, harry's pies, canyoning and you being so concerned i'd fall or hurt myself, writting messages on you mirror, 12 days of christmas, making you a pie and buring my hand (and now having a permanent scar which i call joel), you walking up to miranda to pick me up from witchery and surprising me with a banana boost, the look on your face when you came and saw me in hospital after i had an anaphylactic reaction, the look on my face when you came to my door in the rain after having a car crash, watching soccer games, exploring london together, JOEL I LOVE YOU SO MUCH PLEASE SEE THE LOVE BECAUSE ITS BURNING MY EYES UP AND BEATING AND COURSING THROUGH EVERY INCH OF MY BODY. HOW CAN YOU NOT SEE IT??????????????
HOW DO YOU NOT ACHE FOR ME LIKE I ACHE FOR YOU?

floating in the void

you let me go

Of-course I'm obsessing. Of-course I'm eager to talk to you regardless of the time of day (or middle of the night).
You have my fucking heart. You've eaten it up and now its glowing faintly inside of you. You want me to be independent? You want me to have a fucking back bone?
You broke me down and molded me to your side and now have stripped me away from yourself. I am nothing without you.
I am like a little flower and you showed me sunlight. Now you've taken it all back, every romantic promise every kind word and I'm dying. I welcome it. I feel every transplanted part of you that is in me must die. Every hope for the future, every early formed dream.

Stage 3. Anger

innocent death

I'd love to die a million deaths, but the beauty of dying now has gone. I can no longer die innocent. Now I have to make the darkest journey of all first, getting to know myself.

Castles In The Sky

‎"Do not worry if you have built your castles in the air.
They are where they should be.
Now put the foundations under them.
—Henry David Thoreau

Beauty Isn't Born

Beauty is earned.... like scars.

There is something about the absence of someone after a breakup or the end of a romantic entanglement that is felt so deeply, I don’t understand it. Even in long-distance relationships, the constant comfort of having someone so near to you emotionally leaves a hole inside you. There is a heartwrenching listless feeling that comes, and you wander through the day, half of a person. I feel like every time I love someone, I give them a part of myself. And when things end, I hobble around for a while, missing limbs or an eye, a victim in the long war we call love. The only comfort is that eventually the parts of themselves they gave to me grow over my wounds, and I become a patchwork quilt of my past loves.
— Anaïs Escobar

The Unbreakables

One. Age, guy should be older but if he s younger strictly no bigger gap than 2 years.
Two. He is the male he must make the chase.
Three. Complete yourself.
Four. Never have sex on the first 7 dates if you are seriously looking for a future.
Five. Don't PLEASE don't date any more selfish pricks. If you do then they will drag you down to their level. (jk was goldest)
Six. Long silences and uninterrupted chat both have their places.
Seven. Try not to date close to home. (something sadly i never follow).