Amy Winehouse || Tears Dry On Their Own
I cannot play myself again, should just be my own best friend, not fuck myself in the head with stupid men
"Do not raise your children the way your parents raised you; they were born for a different time."
Abi bin Abi Taleb (599—661 A.D.)
(via la-ughh)
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“I thought that was it for you, dude. Everything was perfect. Why did you leave?” My best friend turned to look at me.
I laughed a little as the cold water from the autumn’s ocean came up to greet my toes, almost inviting me in with the tide.
“Sometimes it’s not about leaving what is behind, but flirting with the mystery that the unpromised future holds. No one ever tells stories about the person who lived comfortably. No one ever tells stories about the perfect life.”
Rachel M. Fredette // excerpt from a book i’ll never write (via iwrotethewordsforyou)
"I know I need to stop thinking about you, but even my unconscious mind can’t stop dreaming about you. And I’ve tried to clean my thoughts, but the dusty remains of your existence are hidden between the crevices of my brain that are too small for my large hands to completely reach. And this is me trying to let you know that letting you go is not easy. And this is me trying to let you know that I miss you."
Rachel M. Fredette (via iwrotethewordsforyou)