sorehearted:

I’m having trouble picking out a tattoo to go under my collarbone.. Mainly because I can’t think of anything that would mean a lot to me; I’ve never really encountered any real struggles in my life.. I’ve never cut, or starved myself; I’ve always been pretty happy with my body and appearance. I’m a pretty happy person and I’ve had a pretty good life.. Idk. :/???

Jul 19th / 5 notes
July 5 with 4 notes - reblog
Should I change this blog back to thebagsunder-oureyes?
Jun 30th / 0 notes
sorehearted:

"If the body is a temple, why not decorate the wall?"
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sorehearted:

I made a video!

Jun 16th / 5 notes
"do you ever have those nights when you cry and suddenly every awful thing anyone has ever said to you punctures your skin and enters your bloodstream and your heart pumps it to every inch of your body and you can’t get it out"3:14am
May 12th / 10,939 notes
"i keep feeling your touch on my sunburned shoulders and your tongue down my throat"causes of a sore throat at 3:01am (via sorehearted)
May 12th / 35 notes
"

It’s 2:36am
I broke when I had flashbacks of you and I couldn’t stop shaking and tossing and turning trying to drown myself in sleep but all i got was a sleepless night followed by trying to collect the broken pieces of myself I’ve left wet on my pillowcase.

because of a stupid boy who toyed with my thoughts and emotions for 4 years I’m left with an abandoned house filled with demons and a doormat labelled “do not enter”

"
it’s now 2:48am and im not ok
May 12th / 339 notes
"how in childhood we made ourselves dizzy for the thrill of it and how all we want now is to just make the spinning stop"Unknown (via sorehearted)
Apr 17th / 50 notes
"It grows from day to day from having contact with that other person who understands your needs, and you understand theirs. It starts with a faltering flutter that touches your heart and makes you vulnerable to everything beautiful. You see beauty where before you’d seen ugliness. You feel glowing inside, so happy without knowing why. You appreciate what before you’d ignored. Your eyes meet with the eyes of the one you love, and you see reflected in them your own feelings, your own hopes and desires, and you’re happy just to be with that person. Even when you don’t touch, you still feel warmth of being with that one person who fills your thoughts. Then one day you do touch. Perhaps his hand, and it feels good. It doesn’t even have to be an intimate touch. An excitement begins to grow, so you want to be with that person. Not to have sex, just to be with them and gradually grow toward one another. You share your life in words before you share your body. You want that love to stay, to never end. So you go slowly, slowly toward the ultimate experience of your life. Day by day, minute by minute, second by second you anticipate that one person, knowing you won’t be disappointed, knowing that person will be faithful, dependable.. Even when he’s out if your sight, or you’re out of sight. There’s trust, contentment, peace, happiness when you have genuine love. To be in love is like turning on a light in a dark room. All of a sudden everything becomes bright and visible. You’re never alone because he loves you, and you love him."Cathy’s definition of love, “Seeds of Yesterday” by V.C Andrews (via sorehearted)
Apr 5th / 88 notes
"

We walked around on summer nights with worries latched to our backs and I swear I saw the sadness radiating from your fingertips. You glanced at my lips when I asked what your eye color was and I knew you wanted to kiss me.

I wanted your lips to touch my neck.

I was sad most of the time and I cried too much and my chest was probably black by then but if I could crack my bones in half and pour out any bit of happiness I had left, I’d put it into a syringe and inject it straight to your heart.

I hoped you would smile the second it mixed with your blood.

I spilled my secrets and worries into your ears and no longer felt dragged and trapped by what was lurking inside of my bones and I used your arms as vines to save me from drowning.

My eyes were still connecting all of your freckles.

It was 1am when I was sitting on my fence watching you pace back and forth waiting for my lips to kiss yours.

Come kiss me then.

You looked at me like I had galaxies radiating from my skin. Your eyes dragged my stars and pulled my hips closer to your body while I felt your cold lips and warm breath seize time.

My mother told me that love is messy. I know you hate messes.

I promise I’ll keep your heart clean, even when I want to rip it out of your chest and and dump all the pieces out onto my bedroom floor so I can put them back together the right way.

I used to like losing myself in things, until I got lost in you and never came home.

"
How my boyfriend and I met, by me. (via sorehearted)
Apr 5th / 500 notes
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