I took care of you when you were so fucked up on ambien that you couldn’t walk up the stairs. You kept telling your friends “I love making love to her.. Em..” I smiled at his words. I helped him up the stairs I scratched his back and embraced him while he puked over my shoulder and cried. When he had taken a couple too many Xanax he told me his life would never be okay if I left, and that he also loved making love to me. It hurts because he was the one who left. When he was sweating and shaking and going through drug withdrawls I hugged him tight and whispered in his ear that everything was going to be okay and he decked me in the face…the drugs were always ruining him, but I was always there. I loved him, I loved him, and I love him. come back into my arms, I love you. (via xloversloveliarsliex)

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i dont go on skype anymore. chat with me by screaming as loud as you can into the night sky. i will be listening

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I have physical scars all over my body, but it’s the mental scars I’m worried about anyone seeing. My Mind Is My Worst Enemy // Cicatrice (via wheremythoughtsare)

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In the letter I will write ‘I have loved you wholeheartedly and without apology and that is why I am leaving. I am open and you are closed and I’d rather adore you and go, than hate you and stay. I hope you forgive me. I hope that everything feels soft against your hands. I hope the entire world says your name like it means it. There’s a heart where my lungs should be and I’ve been hiccuping your name in fits. This has to stop. I am giving you that piece of yourself back. I’ve left it on the kitchen counter. I hope that you love it as much as I did. May you be warm, may the light always touch you like you’re important. You are.’ Azra.T “hold onto your heart, love” (via 5000letters)

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