PerfectlyBroken

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so lucky, so strong, so proud. 
in order to discover who you are, first learn who everybody else is & you're what's left.
well i am a writer, but not just any writer and defiantly not like every other writer out there. all my stories are written with incredible detail and raw passion, when someone read's my story i want them to feel every single damn emotion that the character is feeling. i want them to feel like they are the character! all my stories are written about real life, and thing's i have personally been through. i have a undying passion for photography, and a incredible weakness for love. and after three suicide attempt's and many scars on my body, i think i am finally beginning to understand what my purpose in life is. don't ever forget who you are and where you came from, they will always be the most important part of you. so lucky, so strong and so proud, love tessa.♥

Quotes by PerfectlyBroken

seriously, what has the world come too?

even TAMPON COMMERCIALS are fighting.


putting the word's 
"-wiz khalifia"
at the end of a quote, will not get you more favorites.
besides, he can't come up with ALLof these sayings.
& if it does,

your stupid.
>:)

 

 

 

i cut my wrists tonight.

but it's not the fact that i cut, or how deep i cut that scares me.

it's how many times i cut that does.

217.

that's how many times i cut tonight.

blood is only skin deep, and a razor blade away.

 

 

just when i felt l i ke giving up on us, you turn around & give me one last touch.
that made everyth i ng feel better, but even then, my eyes got wetter.
so confused, i want to ask if you love me, but i don't want to seem so,

weak.

 

your hope is gone, and mine is too.
i'm becoming a monster, just like you.

taken advantage.
(chapter one)


i never understood the meaning of love until i met him, but i also never understood the meaning of giving up  until he had taken advantage of me. and that is where my story begins for every one who is reading it, the first summer of the last day's of my life. on the outside i could pass as any other teenager out there, but on the inside i was like no one else. i had matt black hair, and cold-hearted grey eyes, and the truth is i could make anyone fall in love with me. maybe that's where it all went wrong, because he wasn't the person i should have fallen in love with. it started out like any other summer romance really, but enough about what happened let's get to the actual story.

it was the first day of summer vacation, our exam's were finally over and i was ready for the summer of my sophomore year. i woke up smiling for the first time in a while, the warm summer sun was beaming in through my bedroom window, i already knew that i would spend the day at the beach. 
i put on my new teal bikini and my black flip flops, grabbing a towel and my favorite black guess purse i headed down stair's to say good bye to the family.

" i'm going to the beach, i'll be home later tonight okay? " 
" that's fine, do you have your cell phone? " she asked smiling.
" yeah mom, i'll let you know if my plan's change. "

i flashed them a smile and headed out the door. the summer air was so comforting, the slight breeze was perfect, the sun was beaming down on my skin and that's when i saw him. he had the typical guy messy hair that fell perfectly around his face, and beautiful emerald blue-green eyes and a smile that made your heart race. but this was summer, and i wasn't looking for anything serious neither did i want a relationship. so i threw my towel and bag on the sand and headed for the water! the last thing i remember, i was just floating in the water, blocking everything out. the warm sun soaking into my skin, the sound's of the water crashing against the shore, that's what i remember. 

 


is it sick that i don't cut for pain?
to feel anything at all?
i cut because it amazes me that i can make art with no pen.
i'm my own canvas, and the paint's are inside me.
all i have to do is open a tiny bit of flesh, and suddenly?
i'm vincent van gogh.


 

 


scar's remind us where we've been,
they
don't determine where we are going.

 

 


number one rule of summer twenty eleven;

do
not fall in love.