No, fuck you. I was worth it. and I’m still worth it // R.R. (via sarkasticna)
polaroidmemoires:

Vintage & photography ♡

There’s a difference between somebody who wants you and somebody who would do anything to keep you.

Remember that.

remember (via dahlia—noir)
I told you that I loved you more. I fucking told you so. 1:33 am (via boobslyn)
pantymime:


if there’s anything I can’t handle right now it’s this

Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

Some things are better left unsaid (via dearalexandra)