i have nothing intriguing to say about myself at this point in time.
"You’re looking for a poem to tell
you why your heart is broken
into every piece. You’re looking
for someone to compare all the
ways he didn’t love you to a rose
and how even when it turns
black with death, it’s still lovely.
There aren’t words that will
make your phone’s silence
easier, trust me. You’re alone
tonight and he’s probably
thinking about someone else;
there’s nothing poetic about that.”
Rebeka Anne, don’t give him the satisfaction of leaving something beautiful behind. your heartbreak isn’t pretty. (via anneisrestless)

I honestly don’t think i’ve ever felt “good enough”. 

"It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.”
— Sylvia Plath (via psych-facts)
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