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Too many guys think I’m a concept, or I complete them, or I’m gonna make them alive. But I’m just a fucked-up girl who’s lookin’ for my own peace of mind; don’t assign me yours.

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, 2004 (via thesoofie)

(Source: sophieskarsgard)

bite marks


You never hit me,
broke bones, or tattooed my arms
with blue-black bruises.

But you stitched your name
between my eyes, branding your
signature in red.

You said I hate you
until the words became my
lullaby, sweet, slow.

Forgive my mistakes:
I draw out your anger like
a sword from its sheath.

Forgive my mistakes:
I can’t stop searching for love
in the open wounds.

requested by anon

(Source: offcenterwriting, via abclsd123tripwithme)