you decided purple just wasn't for you..

痛是會改變人的。 Pain changes people.

[excerptsofstories]

He wonders if all along it was just a dream. She was too good to be true. She was smart, kind, loving, and beautiful. She knew all of the right things to say, even when he did not want to hear them, or he thought no one could lift his spirits. She was the woman of his dreams. He often wondered what he could have possibly done to earn her. He felt entirely undeseerving of her and her affection. He did not care why she was attracted to him, because her intentions were pure. She was so perfect and wonderful that to even have her attention made him the luckiest man alive.

Excerpt from a book I will never write #1188 (via excerptsofstories)

[wordsnquotes]

Who’s the real you? The person who did something awful, or the one who’s horrified by the awful thing you did? Is one part of you allowed to forgive the other?

Rebecca Stead, Goodbye Stranger (via wordsnquotes)

[-i-am-a-mess-]

it's so messed up when one person, just one person claims your mind. they just appear and everything vanishes, it's only them, and you can only focus on them. they cloud your mind.

1:36 am

[excerptsofstories]

His eyes were galaxies; a mixture of sorrowful blue, wanderlust purple and altruistic red, followed by the many shades of colours and emotions I had not yet deciphered. But every star loses its shine and dies over time. And so I watched, helplessly, as one by one the glitter in his eyes faded, snatching his love for me and moulding it into something else; leaving me with two brown rings outlining black holes in his, now, expressionless stare.

Excerpt from a book I will never write #1139 // @infxxnity (via excerptsofstories)

[love-personal]

[thegoodvybe]

[-i-am-a-mess-]

how am i supposed to be myself when i don't even know myself?

how do you expect me to?

[excerptsofstories]

He was beautifully innocent, passionate and understanding. Which is why I left. Because he was everything I was not, and I was the fire that would torch his unflawed soul.

Excerpt from a book I will never write #1017 (via excerptsofstories)

[-i-am-a-mess-]

never was and never will

[-i-am-a-mess-]

maybe in the future we will get together and dance to the beat of our favorite song while we try to remember why we left each other hearts on display and ready to get hurt over stupid things when we could have spared all the hurt.

1:29 am

[excerptsofstories]

My pillow, a miserable book of your name written with my tears.

Excerpt from a book I will never write #946 // d.b. (via excerptsofstories)

[excerptsofstories]

The worst type of pain is the emotional pain. The pain where you’re just so emotionally drained you start to feel things physically. Your breathing gets faster, you start to quiver and shake, tears fill your eyes, you begin to grow dizzy and weak, unable to speak or move or you just might break, another word and your already delicate self will let go all that you’ve been trying so hard to hold in. That’s the worst pain, the one held in disappointment after disappointment.

Excerpt from a book I will never write #947 (via excerptsofstories)

[excerptsofstories]

It’s easy for your eyes to adjust in darkness but it takes time in light. You were my light after I adjusted my life to include you and, you blinded me.

Excerpt from a book I will never write #956 (via excerptsofstories)

[excerptsofstories]

I tried to drown myself, but I seem to be gasping for air at the same time.

Excerpt from a book I will never write #966 // it’s like i’m waiting for someone to save me from myself // a.d. (via excerptsofstories)

[excerptsofstories]

We are all works of art, we paint each other. We are paintbrushes that help each other fill in empty spots, no one remembers the paint brushes for the masterpiece is complete without them. But the art still longs for the comfort of the stroke of the brush and the paintbrush will always have splattered paint up and down its handle.

Excerpt from a book I will never write #997 // @hijabiyonce (via excerptsofstories)

[excerptsofstories]

We are roses. You are a wilting rose. Your radiant red ripples into a sagging brown, and your sweet aroma fades away. I am a rose in water. I stabilize myself, and watch you die. Your depression is killing you, and I am helpless.

Excerpt from a book I will never write #999 //  @kennedywickham (via excerptsofstories)

[excerptsofstories]

We’re just stupid people who fall for stupid people who fall for other stupid people instead.

Excerpt from a book I will never write #1002 (via excerptsofstories)