Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody is fucking happy. Nobody has skin made from oil paint and sunlight. Nobody fucking understands this world. Fuck, nobody probably understands math as much as they claim. You’re here one day and the next you’re not. God? Religion? I’ve learned a lot more about the world by eating acid and swallowing pills. Tell me what your church has done for you? Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from speaking lies? Wanna know the fucking truth? Pity is just another word for pathetic. Drink beer and watch the sunrise from every rooftop. Take photographs naked. Take photographs kissing. Take photographs having sex. Stop making everything about sexuality. Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody really gives a damn if you lost your virginity at fourteen or if you were the president in high school. Wanna know the fucking truth? There is no such thing as the right person. People leave. They change like ocean currents, they leave you with bruises in your calves. And you wanna know the fucking truth? You get better. You learn to love. You find God in between the cracks of a wall when you’re puking your limbs out. You wanna know the fucking truth? Go find it.
Our love is an addiction (via unpoeticheartbreak)
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Two years ago if someone asked me what an addiction was I would’ve said heroine or alcoholism.
Fast forward to this very moment and my answer to that same question is this: It’s waking up with tear-filled eyes and a dry mouth holding onto the slim to none chance that he’ll come back. It’s never losing hope even when you’ve got every reason to let go. Addiction is loving someone so immensely you’ll stop at nothing to get them back. It’s you. You are more addictive than any drug. You are the hardest habit to break. You are my addiction.
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Even if you know what’s coming, you’re never prepared for how it feels.
You need someone who goes out of their way to make it obvious that they want you in their life.