pequeña chica con un gran corazón.

(♡.) 

❜❛ heartbreak isn't beautiful. it isn't fucking poetry, it's not staying up 'till 4 am listening to sad songs. it's breaking down in the middle of a busy street. it's seeing their face in the people you pass by. it's feeling okay for weeks at a time and then all of a sudden you feel the ghost of their lips on your neck and then you're choking on the memories of their presence. it's waking up from dreams of them coming back and screaming in the middle of the night because you chest feels like a rotting tooth. stop romanticising pain. stop using people like their objects. A heart isn't a cigarette: you can't just light it up and then stomp it out when you're done. don't act like anything about heartbreak is beautiful, because I wouldn't wish that feeling upon my worst enemies. ❜❛