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whispersofstardust:

You
are
not
an apology;
“I’m sorry”
is meant for
the mistakes you make,
not the mistakes
you believe
make you.

~they never teach you how not to say sorry
"We let our bones crack
and we grind them into stars.
This is our rebirth."
- Stardust // SD (via howsey) -
"I was sixteen, laying on my bedroom floor, choking on your goodbye and cigarette smoke with the 98 degree weather burning tears into my cheeks, screaming for my mother because I figured this was it, I was going to die without you because if I couldn’t wake up and see you sleepily mumbling my name into my hair I didn’t want to wake up at all.
I was seventeen, shaky breath, shaky knees, tired lungs and wet hair but I wasn’t drowning like last summer"
- I thought I couldn’t live without you but you were nothing more than a good morning text and someone to pass out next to  (via extrasad) -
"

i just keep looking at that old scar from the time a car rear-ended us and their spare tire bounced up and down, up and down on our car and it broke my window, slicing my bare feet.

the way i paint my toenails is the way my mother does it: paint outside the lines and wait for it to wash away the next day or the day after or the day after in the shower and swirl down the drain.

i sat in my mother and father’s closet when i was five and learned how to tie my shoes— make two bunny ears and loop them around each other, pull tight and double knot because that’s how to make sure it never comes apart.

"
- three things about my feet, galaxiesofink (via galaxiesofink) -
"So I’m sitting here in Drivers Ed and they keep telling me two hands on the wheel, two hands on the wheel, two hands on the wheel, but I like the way your right hand reaches for my left one anyway."
- driving with you, galaxiesofink -
"

i just keep looking at that old scar from the time a car rear-ended us and their spare tire bounced up and down, up and down on our car and it broke my window, slicing my bare feet.

the way i paint my toenails is the way my mother does it: paint outside the lines and wait for it to wash away the next day or the day after or the day after in the shower and swirl down the drain.

i sat in my mother and father’s closet when i was five and learned how to tie my shoes, make two bunny ears and loop them around each other, pull tight and double knot because that’s how to make sure it never comes apart.

"
- three things about my feet, galaxiesofink -
"

It bulldozed you.

Being in love and then being out of love bulldozed you.

Now you’re rubble and destruction,

how do you rebuild when you don’t even want to come back?

"
"so when they say that in the end, everything becomes nothing, everything will be gone? all of my feelings for you and every laugh and tear and sigh and god, i hope that everything doesn’t become nothing, because i would miss you too much."
- -

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #842 by Tyler Knott Gregson

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whitepaperquotes:

Written by whitepaperquotes contributor Argie