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       Here  I  stand,

                              BLEEDING                              BRUISED  &                             BREATHLESS

                                                                    —  but  still,                                                          standing.

how are you so quiet about it? your sadness i mean. how do you hold it in your chest, in your eyes, in your teeth without letting it speak; how does it stay still?

sometimes ‘brb’ stands for ‘be ready bitch’ so you have to be careful

—a memory of wind, by rachel swirsky

(via phuckindope)

“You look mean” bitch I am. Move.

                   my knuckles may be broken and bloody,                   but don’t you forget how they got that way.

am i bitter? yes. but do i try to move on and let go of past anger? well, actually, no

no funeral necessary | m.a.w (via dvoyd)

If they stand behind you, give them protection.

If they stand beside you, give them respect.

If they stand if front of you, watch their back. And if they stand against you, show them no mercy.

Did you really think I wouldn’t find every way possible to tear you apart?

Your threats are empty. Mine, how ever, are weighted.