He is not a wildfire, or a hurricane, or a thunderstorm.
He is just a man.

The reason it hurts so much when he leaves is because
you held him up too fucking high.
He was only a man.
You smothered him in your beautiful metaphors.
He will never be as wonderful or perfect as you write him.
Fire needs oxygen to survive.


He will run to save himself (via lonelyscribbles)

(via hi-imthatgirl)

"I promise I’ll always be yours, even if you stop being mine."

My promise I made to you that I’ll never break. (via sunfadedwaves)

(Source: donttallktomee, via internalwarf4re)

"We looked at each other a little too long to be ‘just friends’."

(via hefuckin)

(Source: sh-ocking, via h-allo)

"'The last time' never really will be the last time."

ten word story. (via forever—missing—him)

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