For we, are nothing but words.
Roselyn. 24. Dominicana. big ol' dyke. FL & DMV. She/Her/Hers and/or They/Them/Theirs.

"A romantic she was, but not a pendeja" -Junot Diaz

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  • Broken Social Scene
    Anthems for a Seventeen-Year-Old Girl
  • whimzie:

    Used to be the one of the rotten ones
    And I liked you for that
    Now you’re all gone, got your makeup on
    And you’re not coming back

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  • "The sun stopped shining for me is all. The whole story is: I am sad. I am sad all the time and the sadness is so heavy that I can’t get away from it. Not ever."
    Nina LaCour, Hold Still (via larmoyante)

    (via 2amconversations)

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  • "I have a deep fear of being too much. That one day
    I will find my someone, and they will realize that I am
    a hurricane. That they will step back and be intimidated
    by my muchness."
    Rumbles From My Head (via sadlittlewords)

    (Source: michellekpoems, via 2amconversations)

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  • fohk:

    I just have to say one thing and it’s really important that you just listen to me. I just…It doesn’t feel like this, this thing is gonna go away, it’s always there. I can’t…I can’t get on with my life”

    Like Crazy (2011)
    Drake Doremus

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  • (Source:, via feellng)

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  • "

    I am not the first person you loved.
    You are not the first person I looked at
    with a mouthful of forevers. We
    have both known loss like the sharp edges
    of a knife. We have both lived with lips
    more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
    unannounced in the middle of the night.
    Our love came when we’d given up
    on asking love to come. I think
    that has to be part
    of its miracle.

    This is how we heal.
    I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
    will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
    will bandage and we will press promises
    between us like flowers in a book.
    I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
    on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
    of your nose. I will write a dictionary
    of all the words I have used trying
    to describe the way it feels to have finally,
    finally found you.

    And I will not be afraid
    of your scars.

    I know sometimes
    it’s still hard to let me see you
    in all your cracked perfection,
    but please know:
    whether it’s the days you burn
    more brilliant than the sun
    or the nights you collapse into my lap
    your body broken into a thousand questions,
    you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
    I will love you when you are a still day.
    I will love you when you are a hurricane.

    Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers  (via versteur)

    (Source: lovemestarkly, via bitchesloveteganandsara)

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  • "You can’t keep kissing strangers and pretend that it’s him."
    I need to remember this. (via la-m0rt)

    (Source: m-e-ghan, via tjsofele)

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  • "I know I’ll find someone else to love,
    I know you weren’t the best out there.
    But I wanted you,
    I just fucking wanted you.
    Whether you were the best are not"
    I don’t want the best, I want you  (via candor-thoughts)

    (Source: hav3-you-3v3r-b33n, via tjsofele)

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  • (Source: ppurificada, via tjsofele)

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  • "There are things sadder
    than you and I. Some people
    do not even touch."
    Sonia Sanchez  (via epikhi)

    (Source: oofpoetry, via epikhi)

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