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i took all my love and strung it up, left it out to dry. i won’t be wearing my heart on my sleeve for a while. ♥

(Source: monkeyloveskoala)

06:08 pm, reblogged  by stopmotionscene 7

sometimes it feels like i’m wearing a dress made of balloons, and one wrong move could send everything popping out of my control. ♥ (photo from bittersweetabyss)

01:44 pm, by stopmotionscene

“and the summer sets in.” ♥ (photo edited by me, originals from here)

  06:45 pm, by stopmotionscene

you dress up fractures in casts and slings, but what if i crush your ribs? then your heart is left defenseless when it is the easiest and most painful human part to break. ♥ (photo from staree)

  02:43 pm, reblogged  by stopmotionscene 207

and the same way our brains are split into sections, i think our hearts are too. some parts of mine love the way the sun shines through the leaves on trees, some are solely dedicated to the sound of music or the taste of cinnamon, and some parts have no other function besides loving you. ♥ (photo from ache)

08:07 pm, reblogged  by stopmotionscene 500

hello. i’m small and scared too. let’s be friends. ♥ (photo from bittersweetabyss)

02:42 pm, by stopmotionscene

and i am so afraid you were the one. i’m so scared that i will never find anyone else like you. i have nightmares where i wake up half a century from now and realize that, while i wasn’t looking, you slipped out of my hands. please. don’t die without me by your side. ♥ (photo from thewordsalloverme)

07:29 pm, by stopmotionscene 107

the past is dead. long live the past. more and more, i feel like i am building ships with the corpses of those memories. constructing rafts to get away from them. but how can i escape the memories once i’ve built upon them? ♥ (photo from theworldwelivein)

  02:38 am, reblogged  by stopmotionscene 321

seeing dull stones and broken glass buried in the sand is not so depressing anymore. this is probably because i have realized that, in time - if the world is still spinning - those gray stones will be polished smooth, those glass shards will be frosted over, and everything will be so beautiful that no one will remember the ugliness. ♥ (photo from pleasedontreblogthistumblr)

05:26 pm, by stopmotionscene
i’ve never been good at math. i’m sorry. i just can’t work you into the equation. ♥ (photo from throwoutmyheart, who got it from wtfisinnerbeautyy)

i’ve never been good at math. i’m sorry. i just can’t work you into the equation. ♥ (photo from throwoutmyheart, who got it from wtfisinnerbeautyy)

03:12 pm, by stopmotionscene
which is why every argument we ever had was the long, hard way of saying, “i love you too much to tell you what’s wrong.” ♥ (photo from withtherisingsun)

which is why every argument we ever had was the long, hard way of saying, “i love you too much to tell you what’s wrong.” ♥ (photo from withtherisingsun)

04:02 pm, reblogged  by stopmotionscene 4
i sent these prayers up to heaven. they were returned to me, unanswered. ♥ (photo from bittersweetabyss)

i sent these prayers up to heaven. they were returned to me, unanswered. ♥ (photo from bittersweetabyss)

01:35 am, by stopmotionscene 495

i sometimes imagine the end of the world and the smile on my face as i’ll watch it with you. ♥ (photo from sabino)

01:32 am, reblogged  by stopmotionscene 245

moo. ♥ (photo from bing)

  01:06 am, by stopmotionscene 1

it’s like we’re all on display. our lives are movies for everyone around us to watch. it’s our job to give them something worth watching. ♥ (photo edited by me, originals from me)

  03:42 pm, by stopmotionscene