I want to forget where your hands on my body were. But I can’t. All this places smell like you. And they hurt, they hurt, they hurt
yasmin (via soulsscrawl)
Show me your worst,
And I will show you
How I love you
Just the same.
I mean, I hope you’re happy,
But the sky is still the sky without you,
And I’m not surprised by that anymore.
Caitlyn Siehl, from This is Not a Love Poem (via alonesomes)
A mistake repeated more than once is a decision.
Paulo Coelho (via seulray)