It’s funny how artistic we become when our hearts are broken.
— Hotel Books, I Always Thought I Would Be Okay (via porodise)
this is it:
this is the end;
it’s over. we’re over.
i think i loved you
so much, that
i broke my own heart.
— i don’t know why it still hurts, but oh my god, it fucking burns (kml)
The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soul mate’ you’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation
— (via posyprince)