There was never butterflies. Just fire. Six word poem (b.c)

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“And in the end, we were all just humans…drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.”


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Call me at 4 am, and tell me it’s because you want to hear my voice. (via bl-ossomed)

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A year ago we stayed up till 3 am talking
And today I don’t know how to even say hey Time flies (via doperespect)

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The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies. Anonymous  (via jdvlla)

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