You should not
have to rip yourself
into pieces to keep
others whole. i am seeing less and less of you  (via thenocturnals)

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I’m not brave any more darling. I’m all broken. They’ve broken me. Ernest Hemingway  (via story-dj)

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John Zurier, A Spring A Thousand Years Ago, 2012
There are days it still hurts to breathe. There are days I am scratched and bleeding. There are days when you come home to find me like a radio that only speaks in static, and when the walls almost fall down from the ugliness of it all, you press your ear against my chest to find the music. When my body shakes like a speeding train on rusty tracks, you hold me until the engine smoke isn’t suffocating. You hold me until I am more than just loose screws and dirty metal. When it’s all loud sirens and screaming voices, your hands remind me that I have skin. That I am made of more than burning houses and ripped up love letters. And on the days I feel like a crumbling library full of words no one will read, you kiss me like I am your favorite poem, you kiss me like I still make sense. Y.Z, Buzzing Silence (via rustyvoices)

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