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I know he loves me, he just doesn’t know how to love, so i had to let him go.

#her. #she. #Hairlaid

Rihanna hairstylist did adriana’s hair



#her. #she. #Hairlaid

Rihanna hairstylist did adriana’s hair



marry a guy who has sisters because he’s seen the female in her natural state therefore won’t have any unrealistic expectations of you 

I never should have been yours.
6 word story (via despite-everythinq)


I like being sent legit anon asks it’s like being interviewed by a fan

Razbliuto: the sentimental feeling you have for someone you once loved but no longer do.

Razbliuto is realizing that someone who used to be your sun has become just another star in the galaxy of constellations you barely ever notice. It is having your life collide with theirs in some way and feeling neither longing nor loss when you continue on without them. It is the quiet recognition that you are no longer theirs and remembering what it felt like to belong to them only as hazy, forgettable fingertips barely grazing your skin.

It is an emptiness that does not ache.

Razbliuto is seeing their smile, their perfect, crooked, one side lifting just for you smile, and no longer feeling like something in you is erupting; it is a beam of sunshine on the flowerbed of your memories, but it is no longer the seed which makes them bloom. It is seeing someone you undoubtedly know and realizing that they have become someone you knew. It is not being broken by that. It is realizing that parts of you existed just for them and that you didn’t notice when those parts ceased to be. It is the simple relief of not missing them anymore.

Razbliuto is beginning and endings and all the intensity of everything you’ve ever felt for another person, all wrapped up in the absence of feeling. It is nothing and everything. It is acknowledgment of the incredible fortune it is to love someone enough to ache from the loss of them, and to love yourself enough to fill in what’s missing in their absence. Razbliuto is to know the simple love of no longer needing someone to be yours alone. It is the silent hope that they’ll be happy; it is the giving of thanks for the time you shared; and it is the promise of better things, greater love ahead.

(via luzille-ma48-stoned-turner)

I love this so much.

And you tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more. Tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake… You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that. And if he wants to leave, then let him leave. You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.
Warsan Shire, For Women Who Are Difficult To Love
(via godblesscatastrophe)

I knew it happened when a crooked smile stopped plastering my pale face when your name popped up in my messages.
I knew it happened when I was up at 2 A.M with tears running down my cheekbone and your name wasn’t ringing in my brain of why I was trying to hold on.
I knew it happened when I could look at you with your other person and smile to know you’re ok rather than cry to know I wasn’t the one making you ok.
I knew it happened when you told me you loved me and that didn’t make my heart sink into the bottom of my stomach with butterflies dancing above it.

It was then, that I knew I no longer loved you like I once did before.

I no longer love you (t.s)


the more black u wear the more powerful you look

I’m unpredictable, I never know where I’m going until I get there, I’m so random, I’m always growing, learning, changing, I’m never the same person twice. But one thing you can be sure of about me; is I will always do exactly what I want to do.
― C. JoyBell C. (via psych-quotes)