I wish love was like a volleyball.
When you say “MINE,” everyone would back off, and the ball would be all yours. But it is not, because love is like a basketball. Everyone’s aiming for it. And if you don’t know how to hold the ball well, others will steal it from you.
(Source: danielbarao)
blood clots
(Source: poochiex2)
I hate that moment right before you go to sleep, when you’re forced to think about all the things you try so hard to forget.
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