but baby her best talent has always been her ability to leave.

We tell ourselves that we are alone because we don’t have anyone sleeping by our sides at night, but when you drown your sorrows away in rum and forget your name, you are alone and you don’t cry over anything like losing your mother’s trust or letting your lover walk out the door, you cry over losing yourself. and when you miss someone you once loved, I’ll still be missing myself (via afflictedfvck)

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I loved her, atom by atom, one burning cell at a time. Kami Garcia, Beautiful Darkness  (via seols)

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