Fearless


"Love is louder than the pressure to be perfect"

||Lexey | 17| Recovering| Artist||



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There was actually nothing beautiful or poetic about it.
You shattered my fucking heart.
— (via sassyfag)

Source: your-daisyfreshgirl

sunshine-0n-my-sh0ulders:

ghoul-soul:

nakedly:

this is so beautiful that i’ve got shivers

I don’t care if this doesn’t fit the “theme” of your blog, everybody needs to see this


Every time I see this I reblog it.

sunshine-0n-my-sh0ulders:

ghoul-soul:

nakedly:

this is so beautiful that i’ve got shivers

I don’t care if this doesn’t fit the “theme” of your blog, everybody needs to see this

Every time I see this I reblog it.

Source: inkskinned

nitecalls:

"I’m still trying to figure out why you hurt me the way you did when you knew I was already a mess. You promised me things that turned out to be nothing but lies and I fell for them anyways because I was such a fool for you. You hurt me in a type of way I had never experienced before and I can’t seem to get myself back on my feet, I feel like too much damage has been done. It’s the permanent type of pain that can’t be fixed and it even makes it difficult to hear your name. I feel this emptiness within me and it physically hurts when I think about you. It brings a knot to my throat and then suddenly i’m on the verge of crying. All the words you said that meant nothing to you, but meant everything to me haunt me and play over and over in my head. I didn’t even get a warning or any type of sign, nothing at all. You just said you "loved" me one day and then you didn’t know who I was the next."

nitecalls:

"I’m still trying to figure out why you hurt me the way you did when you knew I was already a mess. You promised me things that turned out to be nothing but lies and I fell for them anyways because I was such a fool for you. You hurt me in a type of way I had never experienced before and I can’t seem to get myself back on my feet, I feel like too much damage has been done. It’s the permanent type of pain that can’t be fixed and it even makes it difficult to hear your name. I feel this emptiness within me and it physically hurts when I think about you. It brings a knot to my throat and then suddenly i’m on the verge of crying. All the words you said that meant nothing to you, but meant everything to me haunt me and play over and over in my head. I didn’t even get a warning or any type of sign, nothing at all. You just said you "loved" me one day and then you didn’t know who I was the next."

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just-relatable:

Relatable posts daily?

just-relatable:

Relatable posts daily?

Source: just-relatable

komanidai:

maybe we all stopped using XD because we stopped being capable of that kind of happiness 

Source: transhinataremade

disowns:

So let me get this straight

If I call myself hot and good looking and be confident, I’m a conceited piece of shit

but if I call myself ugly and that I hate my appearance, I’m looking for attention

y’all are so fucked up I can’t even deal

Source: disowns

+ A Day To Remember - Common Courtesy (What I could fit of the whole album) 

Source: ishoutnever

just-relatable:

Relatable posts daily?

just-relatable:

Relatable posts daily?

Source: just-relatable

When he screamed in my face and pushed me against his car that night, he told me I was worthless but I was the one to say sorry. Over and over again, I was sorry. When he left me standing in the parking lot by my house I could do nothing but hate myself for making him leave me. When I was a little girl it was a mistake of trusting a man that I barely knew, just because he was my own blood. His evil eyes made his way up my dress along with his hands, and ever since then I don’t think I could lose my virginity without crying into the man I love’s chest. When I tell someone how I’m feeling inside, I always let the word, sorry slip out when I’m finished. I feel like I am dumping my emotion onto their chest and suffocating them like it suffocates me. Then they end up getting upset with me, because I offend them when I apologize. At fifteen a boy kissed me like he loved me, and the next day he never called me back or answered my texts. I couldn’t help but think maybe I fucked it up somehow, maybe when I talked about heaven and dying it turned him off. Maybe he just didn’t want to deal with it. He didn’t want to deal with me. The last text I sent him was, “sorry.” When my mother is angry she tends to raise her voice and say things “she doesn’t mean.” I can’t help but believe her when she calls me crazy, and I can’t help but think that maybe my dad drinks so much because he hates his life. I can’t help but think maybe it’s because of me, do I ask for too much? Is it because I’m always sad? Am I not good enough, what did I do? The love of my life is the most amazing man in the world yet when his voice gets quiet on the phone I can’t help but question if he’s okay because I always feel like I’m doing something wrong. I always ask over and over, if he loves me because I need the reassurance that I’m not some crazy bitch. When my friend texts me and I don’t respond for a few hours I am afraid she will think it’s because I don’t care but in reality it’s because I can’t think of anything to talk about when my mind is filled with this negativity about myself. I just always feel like I am doing wrong. I am wrong, I am damaged, by other people’s mistakes, I take credit for. That’s what I do wrong..
i.c. // I need to stop being sorry (via delicatepoetry)

Source: delicatepoetry

datfan:

yusasslikemattfacelikegilinsky:

gucci-griers:

bitchassluke:

thebakerstreetboyz:

cumformecalum:

YOU BETTER REMEMBER THIS, IT USED TO BE MY SHIT BACK IN ‘08 

OH MY GOD FLASHBACK

why the fuck is this still getting notes 

THIS LITERATELY BROUGHT ME BACK WOOHH

i literally started dancing holy shit

this is my shit

Source: hemmolysis