Come at me.



















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Madness fills my heart and soul, as if the great divide could swallow me whole.

28/9/2011 . Notes . Reblog
Some wear their heart on their sleeve, others burry it beneath the ground. But tell me, just who is harder to love?
29/6/2011 . 8 notes . Reblog
People don’t know how to guard their hearts anymore.

Ever heard of gossip? Being in on the latest? Sometimes that’s the only reason anyone asks. How you are, what you’re going through, how it makes you feel. Because they wan’t to be able to say they heard it first. That they got it straight from the source.

I’m sure you know who you can trust, stick to those people. You don’t have to tell everyone just because they asked. There’s a reason the word curious was created, a reason for it’s definition. It’s a warning. A warning that it isn’t just an adjective, or a verb. It’s a characteristic for people. It’s the real reason they asked. They’re only curious, they don’t actually care.

And one day you’re going to learn, that there are people who’ve got your back and there are people who only want to getin your head. Make sure you tell your secrets to the right people.

There’s a reason for secrets, there’s a reason for trust.
To avoid that feeling you tried to forget.

21/6/2011 . Notes . Reblog
You’re going to have to learn, there’s two kinds of people. Those who care and those who are only curious.
16/6/2011 . 3 notes . Reblog