petallia
i tried to forget but
you grew roots
around my rib cage
and sprouted flowers
below my collarbones
i would pluck their petals
you didn't love me
so I blossomed
wrenched your thorns
from my heart
and lived
with scars
tattooed
on my soul
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To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don’t let it.
-Ernest Hemingway (via evolutionarysuccess)

(Source: elliptical, via suburbanhearts)

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addictinq: *not my picture just my edit*

but imagine the doctor as a lit teacher


Student: We don't know what the author actually meant, and they're dead, so it's not like we can go ask them.
The Doctor: 
Student: 
The Doctor: 
Student: 
The Doctor: brb