he’s broken, but you love him anyway
                              not  because   you   want   to  fix  him,
                              but  because,  he’s the only one  who
                              knows you’re just  as broken as  him.

i don’t want ( apologies )
i want you on your knees,  c h o k i n g  on your own blood
i want my name on your lips, begging:

                     —————-     forgive me, forgive me, forgive me 

do not tell me you are sorry — i will show you ’ sorry ‘.

musingsofmyhexrt:

My biggest fear

                        is that eventually

                                                  y o u  will see  m e

                                                                                   the way  I  see  m y s e l f 

mxnstrum-deactivated20160407:

                                             You can try to the erase the
                                                                                           H  O  R  R  O  R
                    And spend with me every last minute of your 
                                                                                           H  O  U  R  S 
                    You can try to restore my innocence to it’s full
                                                                                             R  E  I  G  N

                                   But you can NEVER  erase all of the
                                                                                             P  A  I  N

                             ◤  And I will [ P R O T E C T ] you

                                           until my  h e a r t stops beating. ◢

sammy-jankis:

9 crimes // damien rice

leave me out with the waste,
this is not what i do,
it’s the wrong kind of place,
to be thinking of you

brandedwoman:

you were made ｗｒｏｎｇ.
      because in your chest they will not find a beating heart,
   but a ⟨ loaded ⟩ gun.

                                  ⎨and ɢod have mercy on those
                                     who tried to love you ⎬

aseaofquotes:

Geraldine Brooks, Year of Wonders

_{There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don’t feel alone
This is a place where I feel at home.}

_{By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
I held on as tightly as you held onto me…}