MyWonderwall.

[halseycon]

[onefortytwoam]

Just when you want to give everything up What do we hold on to What words could possibly be said to convince us this tired lonely word is worth living When every fiber of our existence is tired When every cell in our body decays Still somehow We find the will the stay

“why do we hold on” // a story a day #290 by d.yang (via dy-ingconfessions)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Salvador Dalí // City Of Drawers c.1936 

[clalareginadelcuore]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

You taught me to be happy in the depths.

Friedrich Nietzsche, from a letter to Lou Salomé (via violentwavesofemotion)

[blossomfully]

1. He stops texting you back even though he used to text you first. 2. He’s busy with life and living and excuses. 3. When he kisses you it feels like he’s thinking too hard, as though he can’t wait to get away. When he stops, he turns and doesn’t look back. 4. When you ask him a question the replies are short, or not at all. When you’re silent he doesn’t make the effort to speak. 5. I love yous are met with awkwardness. I love yous are met with, ‘why?’ I love yous are met with, ‘you shouldn’t.’ 6. He sighs. A lot. 7. He looks angry on some days and sad on others. Either way you don’t know what to do. Hearing your voice used to calm him down, now it seems to have the opposite effect. 8. He dismisses your fears as ridiculous. You tell him that you’re worried but he just rolls his eyes. You think he’s being insensitive but it’s because he doesn’t want to lie. You’re looking for comfort where there’s none. 9. You make him unhappy so you give him space. The gap keeps getting larger and larger and you feel him slipping away. Do you hold on, or let go, regret it for the rest of your life? 10. He tells you that things change and he’s changed his mind. He tells you that it wasn’t your fault but somehow that doesn’t make things right. He tells you a lot of things but you stopped listening at ‘I don’t love you anymore.’ He tells you he doesn’t want to hurt you but all you feel is pain.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #236 // The ten ways that he’ll leave you (via blossomfully)

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Ahhhh

I wish I was in Pairs and Rome already😒

[artmania-feed]

ART PRINTS BY MARC JOHNS

What to focus on

put this shirt on

you can be anything 

doubts and fears and hopes and dreams

Happiness / Money would be nice too

free your shooting star

everything’s gonna be super duper 

Also available as canvas prints, T-shirts, All over print shirts, Phone cases, Throw pillows, Tapestries and More!

[blossomfully]

How do you know you’ve lost someone? Well, I guess you just know. I mean it starts with them forgetting to text you back, or not saying goodnight. It starts when you feel more alone in their arms than anywhere else in the world. It starts with arguments about stupid things and disagreeing more than you knew possible. It starts with them asking you what movie you want to watch,then choosing something completely different and it ends with them not bothering to ask you anything at all. It ends when they start kissing you with their eyes open and nodding distractedly at everything you say. It ends when there is nothing left but ash because it’s true: the opposite of love isn’t hate, it’s indifference. It ends when silence isn’t comfortable any more and the person sat in front of you is a stranger in strange clothes. You want to know how you know you’ve lost someone? In the end? Just in the same the way you know most things: you just do.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #112 // “How do you know when it’s over?” (via blossomfully)

Fuck.

[blossomfully]

“Look.” She says. “Sometimes you have to know when to walk away.” “It’s not you. It’s not me. It’s this; it’s us. No one’s to blame, not really. But you make me angry and sad and I’m drowning in what we were.” “Someone once told me that if a person makes you 51% sad and 49% glad it’s time to let go. But you are 90% madness and 10% pain and I have held on too long.” “Look.” She glances at his folded hands, his white knuckles. “Can you honestly say that you are happy here?” “Look.” She whispers, and she isn’t sure whether the question is directed at him or herself. “Are you in love with me or who I was?”

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #105 “When do you know it’s time to let go?” (via blossomfully)

Ahhhh😩😔

[onefortytwoam]

We could’ve been a real love story But you burnt the pages

12 word story // a story a day #275 by d.yang (via dy-ingconfessions)

[blossomfully]

“I have this terrible urge to be reckless,” she says, “and I am dreadfully frightened of becoming old and having no memories at all.” “And I know climbing forbidden fences is wrong, so I’ll stick to falling in love with the wrong people and falling off metaphorical trees. I am just dying to do something worth remembering.” “I suppose there is no logic, not really,” she says, “only that if I bleed now, I’ll have a lifetime left to heal.”

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #125 (via blossomfully)

[poems-of-madness]

In my collection  of poems,  do not ever doubt  that you aren’t my favourite chapter,  my main theme,  my masterpiece.

Publishing You by Royla Asghar (via poems-of-madness)

You will always be my favorite.❤️

[onefortytwoam]

You taught me a lot about love, I have to admit How to love, how to hate, how to smile at just the sound of your voice and scream into pillows after the burn of your goodbye Most of the lessons were taught subconsciously as the days flew past But mostly you taught me how fleeting love is How it doesn’t last so young and so fast How feelings change; people stay gone But mostly you taught me The importance of moving on

“first love nostalgia” // a story a day #268 by d.yang (via dy-ingconfessions)

[onefortytwoam]

Five months later and it still burns But I think I’m finally starting to learn Memories might come rushing back but I think I’m strong enough not to act You could call or ignore me, either way Our story is over And that’s the way it will stay

“just because you’re clean don’t mean you don’t miss it” // a story a day #267 by d.yang (via dy-ingconfessions)

How do you really ever move on? How are you ever okay?

[blossomfully]

It hurts but I’ll pretend that it’s okay,“ she said, “and I’ll pretend that it’s okay so that at least if I can fool the world all that’ll be left to do is fool myself.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #231 (via blossomfully)

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Being heartbroken feels like you have a hole in the middle of your stomach, it literally feels like you’re just empty. It fucking sucks.

My broken heart.