I'm Melissa. 22 years young. Aquarius. Northwest raised. I love art, traveling, music, and getting to know beautiful people.

"When he says
He doesn’t love you anymore,
Roll your shoulders back
And look him in the eye
Even when it feels like your ribs
Are breaking inward, like spider legs.
When he digs up old aches
That he swore he forgave you for,
And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.
Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper
Running all the way up your throat to your mouth.
When he blames you
For mistakes that wear his face,
Do not scream.
Do not cry.
Tell him that there are boys
Who would be proud to say they’d loved you.
Tell him that in two years
You won’t even remember his name
And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie.
When he leaves
Ignore the howling in your blood
And do not get up after him.
Not even to lock the door.
Do not, do not
Do not.
Smell his shirts when you box them up
To give them back.
Not one.
Swear off dating when you realize
You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile.
It’s okay to cry over him.
It’s even okay to forgive him.
But do not go back to him.
If he did not know how to love you the first time,
He won’t know how to do it the next.”

How To Pretend It Doesn’t Hurt, by Ashe Vernon  (via 1811181)

Holy fucking shit

(via br0kenn-angel)


(via imhelllonheels)
"And I think I’m over you. And I think I’m okay. But then I realize that the eyes I was drawing in my notebook in the middle of class have got that same droopy look around the edges that you had at four in the morning before you fell asleep on me. And I got this song stuck in my head on wednesday and I was humming it all day until I finally remembered that it was the song you played from me the night my mom crashed her car. I think you’re still in me. I can’t get you out. You’re still there in the little nooks and cracks of my body and no matter how many times I bleed myself dry or peel my skin from my bones, I can never seem to get all of you out. There are always traces of you. I haven’t seen you in six months. I still see you everywhere.”
— Oh god what if I never forget  (via extrasad)