Cuando ella existe.

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“I often carry things to read so that I will not have to look at the people.” Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of the Earth Poems (via stxxz)

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sassybambina:

should i eat or should i masturbate



“I was tired before I met you. I am still exhausted now - it isn’t from lack of rest or coffee, it’s a strain that I feel pulling on my tendons and tightening the fibers of my eyelids. I am fatigued from life; from the pressure I feel building in my lungs.
I am tired of people, but my stomach aches in the empty rooms and in the silence they echo.”
 Flowers In Bone Cages (Available on Amazon)

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“…And please remember that you were beautiful before he told you that you were.” Thank you so much for this, h-allo.  (via hannahtaylorofficial)

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“Do you tuck yourself in at night
with someone else’s poems?
Was it always easy leaving mine?
These are questions I don’t want answers to
but can’t stop myself from asking.
Forgive me for the ache in your legs.
For the bruises on your elbows,
for always having to prop yourself up to get closer to me.
Forgive the anger that never belonged to you,
the red I wrapped around your mouth.
Is everything still on fire?
I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.
I do not know how to undo nightmares,
but if I did,
I would unravel the one where I hurt you.
My hands would burn for months,
but at least the flames would be put out.
If there is another way to finally get some sleep,
then I don’t have time to look for it.
I have mistaken my silence for bravery long enough.
This is the apology I didn’t know how to give you
when you still cared about what I had to say.”
Y.Z, sorry for setting you on fire in all the wrong ways (via thehandbehindthepen)

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“All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.” Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven

“how stupid of me; to think I was the only flower in your garden.” 6 a.m. thoughts (via solacity)

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