Bruised and Scarred

This blog may be triggering. 19. Sudbury. Know me ? Don't follow me. You'll probably hate me.

My strength is so fucking fragile. I can be fine for a second but one wrong word, one wrong picture, one wrong thought can bring everything crashing down around me.
by Passages from the book I won’t live to write (via try-not-to-think)

(via lonely--nobody)

well, fuck
by my reaction to everything (via nakedly)

(via schiz0phren1c)

I wonder if you ever talked about me to someone.
by Unknown (via difficult)

(via schiz0phren1c)

You stay quiet, while a war happens within you.
by (via turktaculairr)

(via normal-people-really-scare-me)

Your heart will fix itself. It’s your mind you need to worry about. Your mind where you locked the memories, your mind where you have kept pieces of the ones that hurt you, that still cut through you like shards of glass. Your mind will keep you up at night, make you cry, destroy you over and over again. You need to convince your mind that it has to let go…because your heart already knows how to heal.
by Nikita Gill (via quotethat)

(via these-fading-scars)

Don’t give away pieces of your heart you’re not even sure you have.
by Anonymous (via wnq-anonymous)

(via my-chemical-lameness-deactivate)

I learned that people leave. Even if they have promised a thousand times that they won’t.
by (via bl-ossomed)

(Source: written-on-polaroids, via manyadays)

I love people who are open-minded. People who just vibe with whatever you talk about. You can talk about anything and everything.
by http://twitter.com/goodquoteco (via kushandwizdom)

(via societys-property)