Bri

i hope you’re doing well

[myloversuggestions]

we won’t forget each other, right?

[longliveuslove]

the woman you’re becoming will cost you people, relationships, spaces, and material things.

choose her over everything

[mushysuggestion]

watch the stars with me

[desiresuggestion]

everything still reminds me of you

[infatuationssuggestion]

first date idea: we drive far away from the lights in the city, lay in the grass and watch the sunset. we talk and talk until the sky is full of stars. your eyes light up with every shooting star you see. this is where we fall in love.

[loveliest-suggestions]

nothing is safer than the sound of you.

[love-a-girl-suggestions]

love a girl who giggles in the middle of making out.

[teenytinyfrog]

( other versions: spider, moth, bee, worm )

[lohver]

don’t feel bad for knowing you deserve more.

[syntacked]

“I wish you loved me like I love you.”

— Unknown

[promisesofamazing]

“Having to tell myself “I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m gonna be okay.” wasn’t beautiful or poetic. Sitting on my bathroom floor, crying begging someone to help me even though no one could hear me wasn’t beautiful. It wasn’t something worth going through. The pain wasn’t worth it, it was fucking painful. It was fucking painful to wake up the next morning when all I wanted to do was die and that’s the fucking truth. The truth isn’t beautiful or poetic. It’s not a John Green book or a Notebook love story, it was real. The pain and the tears and the hurting was real. The aching was real and it was more than painful but painful is the only word to use because what I felt was something that didn’t have a definition. So don’t tell me that this pain will be worth it some day or that I should turn my hurt into something beautiful because you don’t have to go through something painful to learn something. I don’t have to force my pain to be beautiful because it wasn’t.”

— Deeply Feeling Series 

[syntacked]

“I wish you knew how bad it fucked me up.”

—

[queerlysad]

[wishfulsuggestions]

there is thunder in our hearts, and lightning in our eyes.

[juansendizon]

“Time doesn’t heal you when it’s already summer, and your heart still lives on the love you once had last spring.”

— Juansen Dizon

[coral]

“I am both happy and sad at the same time, and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.”

— Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via coral)