the reckless and, the brave

cinda. nineteen. new zealand

i'm a little rough round the edges.

sober. hairdressing student. tea. socially awkward. night creature. vintage enthusiast. big time dreamer. part time writier. believer. hopeless romantic. camera clicker. tea cup collector.

You’ve moved on so please let me move on, leave me to get on with my life instead of making me fall in love with you over and over again.

It’s impossible to even explain to myself how I feel the way I do for you. It’s hard for me to think or even imagine my life without you, but knowing that I love you this much, and knowing you don’t love me as much or at all .. I can’t handle it. So I have to get out, and away from you before it takes a bad toll on me and breaks me all over again. I knew this was coming, I just never thought it would be right in the middle of everything else in my life blowing up. I’ll be okay, just not today, or tomorrow, or for a while. But that doesn’t matter because you are okay and that’s what matters.

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

— Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis (via lovewithoutlaw)

(Source: loitoledo, via ev-elation)

She said she wanted to get high. He took her to the tallest hill in town. She said that she wanted to stay up all night and drink. He gave her a 12 pack of caffeinated Pepsi and said “drink up.” She said that she wanted to shoot herself in the face. He gave her a water gun, put her finger on the trigger, aimed it at her face, and helped her pull the trigger. She said that she wanted to cut herself. He took a polaroid of her, handed it to her along with scissors, and had her cut it up. She said that she wanted to see her blood. He took her to get her ears pierced. She said that she wanted to cry herself to sleep. He had her watch a sad, romantic movie before bed. She said she wanted to be alone. He gave her a name tag that said “My name is: Alone”.

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