THE GIRL WHO NEVER WAS

Gabrielle | XVII | PH When will she ever see, that someday, finally, she'd turn into the girl who would always be?

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I feel like I’m losing a friend. I am not okay.

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Once you learn to care less, does that mean you’re starting to get over it? Is that such a good thing?

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Why'd you have to leave so soon?

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We choose to keep on falling,    yet no part of us wants to feel the hurting.

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It’s what he’s best at—being a mystery.

He has spoken words to me that I never even had knowledge of. The way he twists his tones and makes it sound like the giggles of a gentle newborn. He always likes making things easier, but why is he so difficult to fathom? I’ve known him long enough to tell about a struggle to classify if his words are either taken from the heart or just merely uttered. You can never truly distinguish if he’s saying what he really feels, narrating what you want to hear or maybe both. I do know that all he wants is for everyone’s betterment, that he wants a smile painted on everyone’s face. With this, he has always drawn a curve with his lips as well, even when his eyes whisper a chaos of thoughts, a mess in his feelings. I want to understand. I want to dig into his fears, his unforgettable birthday, and his favorite memory. I want to know what he thinks of when the rain pours, do the roars of thunder frighten him? And what he sees when he faces a mirror, has he found out who he is yet, or are we both looking for the same person?

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All I thought a heartbreak could do was to make each day miserable, full of regret and grant a simple, sickening reminder of all the chances you didn’t take and all the mistakes you think you shouldn’t have made. But a heartbreak is more to that. It teaches you on how to become poetic, to romanticize 3 AM and address poems to someone with a name you could barely type between sentences. It teaches you a lesson, to never repeat on doing the same misunderstood things you’ve done before because you’ll end up disappointed. It teaches you to become stronger, to face life with a smile even if it seems your whole world is falling apart because crying nor drowning in depression can do anything better. A heartbreak is much more than a broken heart.

it is not so easy to accept nor it is to understand; but in time, hints of brighter days and positivity will rise

[tyulen]

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books are so beautiful; each page tells a story, literally and figuratively.  the bent corners and loose pages, the stains and waviness of pages once wet; they’re all indications as to what type of people have read the book.  they tell us where the book has been and let us simply imagine what it was doing there.  the words tell a story too obviously, but i often wonder how that’s the only story people pay attention to.

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Sometimes, it’s hard on both parties but not most know that. Sympathy is often given to those who are left behind, the ones who have heard the “goodbyes”. So this is a toast, to all those who have left, to those with the courage to walk away―for no intention of total separation, for goodness sake.

[eveninglesbian-deactivated20180]

All night you waited for morning, all morning for afternoon, all afternoon for night; and still the longing sings.

Ruth Stone, excerpt of “At Eighty-three She Lives Alone,” In the Next Galaxy (via coffeelacedd)

[elesq]

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Remind me tonight, not tomorrow where I won't find you next to me anymore.

[bellahijadelaluna]

You’re not over exaggerating. You’re not too sensitive. You’re not too much. If it hurts you it fucking hurts you. If it makes you angry, then it makes you angry. There’s nothing wrong with you for feeling.

[minalita]

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In your fantasy, dream about me and all that we could do with this emotion.

Emotion by Carly Rae Jepsen

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Tell her, tell her everything, all you’ve said and done. 

Do it without sugarcoating. Tell her the most truthful words there are, even if that means you’ll hurt her feelings. Speak of what she should be hearing: about rainstorms,but do not ever let her dance in another drizzle again. At least, with rainstorms, a rainbow is sure to come right after; but with drizzles, they could just be the calm start of a disaster.

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Do you ever get that feeling of anxiety without knowing why? It’s like your mind’s already predicting something bad to happen and it’s fully functional to make you feel that way, maybe to prepare or warn you.