Do you ever get the feeling that you are not someone anyone could ever fall in love with
Its really shitty

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Do you ever get the feeling that you are not someone anyone could ever fall in love with
Its really shitty
@saasha_burns 💘
“It ends or it doesn’t. That’s what you say. That’s how you get through it. The tunnel, the night, the pain, the love. It ends or it doesn’t. If the sun never comes up, you find a way to live without it. If they don’t come back, you sleep in the middle of the bed, learn how to make enough coffee for yourself alone. Adapt. Adjust. It ends or it doesn’t. It ends or it doesn’t. We do not perish.”
— Caitlyn Siehl (via lotsofpinkplaid)
i literally will not tell people who are hurting me that they’re hurting me because i’m afraid of hurting them by telling them they’re hurting me it’s such a mess
Aurelie Claudel in “Wild“ by Wayne Maser for Harper’s Bazaar, May 1999.
“You tell me I’m worth remembering and I wonder if that’s true. After all I’d be lied to before, just like lovers seem to do. Someone had told me they loved me or looked at me like I hung the moon, but when it all came down to it, that never seemed to be the truth. They always left, found someone knew. So forgive me if at times, I find it hard to believe you.”
— Kristie Betts
I can’t handle this,” he told her. But something in his expression screamed: “I can’t handle you.” And she thought then, that perhaps all relationships were just a case of who gave up first. And her pride couldn’t decide which was worse: giving up when you had promised them not to, or waking up to find that they had given up on you.”
Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #75 (via blossomfully)
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I wish I could see in black and white, But I don’t. I feel. I feel an entire spectrum of colour. It pulses through my veins. Like a rainbow moving through my body; Bent but beautiful, That arc pulls me like the moon pulls the tide, And controls me. My every thought, my every action. Sometimes sunshine yellows and vibrant hues, Other times deep and dark tones of blues and purples. Thick, rich and sticky colours. Pushing and pulling every cell within me in an unknown direction. Like oil in water, Seperating me from the Universe. Distant yet touching. Together but worlds away… #writtenbysjana