Our hearts all break differently. Some tear and some snap. Some shatter and some explode or implode. Some erode away into nothingness and some burn up by the very passion they’ve created. Some get crushed and others get beaten until they lie still, rotting in the dust. Some drown and some suffocate. Some get cut open and bleed out. But they all do break, all the same.
The damage was permanent; there would always be scars. But even the angriest scars faded over time until it was difficult to see them written on the skin at all, and the only thing that remained was the memory of how painful it had been. — Jodi Picolt (via can-you-keep-these-secrets)
damn this heart why is it so weak… pain killers dont work even my meds dont work.. damn it..
(Source: lynnajynn, via yelyahwilliams)
(Source: brittastyles, via coffeebased)