Away Messages Quotes

              She was so tragically beautiful. The type of beautiful that desperately hid behind stained edges of wine glasses and hourglass figured gowns. She was the kind of gorgeous that displayed skin as clear as fresh snow to distract from insecurities that attacked her mind like sharpened daggers. Her mascara was almost as dark as her thoughts and her teeth as white as her lies. As for her eyes, they changed as quickly as her moods did. But if they were blue, they were sure to be the most mesmerizing shade of blue you had ever encountered.
             Her personality was sporadic. Unpredictable. Monday she would be shining brighter than the north star. Her smile was unlike any you had ever seen, outlined by lips as dark as blood. A glorious contradiction that portrayed her nature so well that you would think it was planned; but it wasn’t. In fact, she hardly planned anything. But despite her lack of strategy, she never failed to get what she wanted. Her voice was impossible to ignore. She never needed to explain herself because no one would dare argue with even a syllable that flowed through her teeth. Each word met the ears like a love song, and before you could catch yourself, she would have you tucked deep in her pocket.
             Then by Wednesday she would be so vigilant that you’d think she had just been hit by a line of traffic mere minutes before. I swear, you had never seen a person who so greatly resembled a newborn fawn. She was still learning how to walk, but not trusting the world enough to help her. Your heart would break with each downward twitch of her chops. Her once tan skin would lighten to a color that resembled old paper, but the consistency was more similar to thin glass. You would be cautious to speak too loud near her, for fear that the sound waves would cause her to shatter.
                                    
                                                                         "Oh, how I wish you could have met her while she was still alive" ~ r.m.
 

it's 2014 why can't we unsend messages yet.
 

I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body. You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name.
-Clementine Von Radics




Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness

it took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift






 

I'd be lying
if I told you losing you was something I could handle.



The days are starting to blur together...


Dear Problems:

I would appreciate if you come one by one and not twenty by twenty.

They didn’t agree on much. In fact, they didn’t agree on anything. They fought all the time and challenged each other ever day. But despite their differences, they had one important thing in common. They were crazy about each other
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Take it out on me

 

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atelophobia

(n.) the fear of imperfection


 
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