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People don’t miss the drugs. You won’t hear someone say, “Man, I really miss heroine.”

You hear people talk about how it made them feel, and that’s what they miss.

it’s the same way with people I think. You don’t always miss the person, you just miss the way they made you feel.

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~ h (via insignificantt-s)

(via rustylovers)

❝ It was him not fighting for me. I gave him the ultimatum and he let me walk away. I didn’t want a life separate from him, and thats all he could give me. It’s like he’s driving a car and I just want to be in the passenger seat. He’s locked the door and I have to hold onto the bumper. I am not even asking him to open the door for me, just leave it unlocked and say come in, but he didn’t do that. So I am hanging on to the bumper and life goes on. And the car goes on and I get really badly bruised and I’m hitting potholes and it hurts, it really hurts. so yesterday I had to let go of the bumper because it hurts too much. — Gilmore Girls ❞
~ More quotes about moving on here
(via thelovewhisperer)

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i remember lovers that made me watch as they lit a match to everything i gave to them, filling up the hollow they had left in my heart with ashes.

burns on the skin are, at first, deceptively faint. “try harder,” you think.

i remember the aftermath, where i tried so hard not the let the ashes spill and stain, or let the smoke fill my throat again.

you think the burning that begins in your heart won’t spread. you learn the hard way that fire never stays where it starts.

for weeks i fell asleep asking myself why i wasn’t more careful, why i allowed myself to be withered by flames that were unrestrained in their hunger to consume. to destroy.

“stupid girl, it was your fault. you were too easy to take advantage of.“

it took many more weeks before i felt clean again. doesn’t it bother you that i couldn’t take baths without the water either so scalding it felt like my skin had shed, or so freezing, that i was numb to the bone?

doesn’t it bother you that you ruined me?

it bothers me. it bothers me to the point that mentions of your name are intrusive, stinging- reminiscent of a hot, sharp pain on the side of my face. i didn’t deserve to be hurt that way.

it took me months before i could say i didn’t deserve to be hurt that way.

burns on the skin scab, swell, then heal slowly. my girlfriend’s hands are patient and our feelings are slow-burning. she is a candlelit path to a house that feels warm. i stay away from lighters, cold baths, and girls that have matches for fingers.

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~ you set me on fire to keep yourself warm // (via rosestem)

(via s-unberry)