fakirpici:

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I feel safe
In the arms
Of anyone
That isn’t you.


M.S. (via coffee-crinkled-pages)

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amazed:

I follow back everyone!
You wrecked me and
I apologized.


Never again. (via bridgetoteranarnia)

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Some lovers were never lovers, they were only nicotine laced toxic. A former smoker may long for the feeling of a cigarette between his lips every now and then. Does this mean he is in love with cigarettes? No. This is not love. There’s a difference between love and unhealthy addictions. Love does not kill you. Love does not darken the color of your internal organs. Love does not make it hard to breathe.

Remember, this when you crave to hear the voice of someone who once suffocated your lively heart; there is a difference between love and nicotine.



Hannah Sofia Ghani, Love & Nicotine (via aestheticintrovert)

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make life beautiful
makemestfu:

EVERYTHING RELATE

"I don’t love him but he’s here and you aren’t"
Giving Up

behindthosediamondeyes:

It’s your hair

The way your curls fall so perfectly around your face

The way they spiral perfectly around my finger

It’s your smell

The way that your cigarettes linger on your skin

The way that your clothes still smell like Friday nights drinks

And your Saturday night girls

It’s your voice

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