you like your girls insane

burgrs:

if you cant handle me at my worst then leave because i dont have a best im always awful

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autosuficiencia:

my ideal body weight is you on top of me.

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Remember who loved you no matter how fucked up in the head you were. (via a—failure)

(Source: 0pt1c, via happiness-isnt-a-lie)

I kissed a girl with a broken smile. She tasted like vodka and smelled of blood. You would tell her you loved her and you could never tell if she felt the same or despised you for saying it. She smiled at you like she knew something you didn’t, like she was always one step ahead. And oh god, was she. Her replies were always quick and witty as if she already knew what you were going to say. Her nails were always painted black which matched the black eyeliner framing her eyes. Whenever you begged her to stop smoking, she’d look at you with those eyes, those god damn eyes, and kiss you. She never did quit, though. You tried kissing the poison out of her, and all you were left with was rotting lips. She left claw marks on everything she touched, including your heart. her laughter made the world around you dissolve and that’s how it felt when she left (via restrictedthoughts)

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I was sixteen, laying on my bedroom floor, choking on your goodbye and cigarette smoke with the 98 degree weather burning tears into my cheeks, screaming for my mother because I figured this was it, I was going to die without you because if I couldn’t wake up and see you sleepily mumbling my name into my hair I didn’t want to wake up at all.
I was seventeen, shaky breath, shaky knees tired lungs and wet hair but I wasn’t drowning like last summer I thought I couldn’t live without you but you were nothing more than a good morning text and someone to pass out next to  (via extrasad)

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