hopeless romantic with trust issues

[canijustbeenough]

I’ve never had to question

Why do I love you?

And I think of the reasons why

Maybe it’s the way you hold my hand

Or the way you look into my eyes

The way you make me laugh

Or that perfect crooked smile that I adore so much

Maybe it’s the way your hair falls in your face

And the sound of your laugh

It could be the talks we have that makes the world spin faster

Maybe it’s the sound of your voice when you tell me that it’s only me forever

So many reasons to love you that I’ve never had to question why I do

Tonight is something new

Tonight I wondered how you could hurt me like this when I never thought you were capable of it

Tonight feels different because I’ve never had to beg for your attention

Tonight feels lonely

And empty

And lost

And broken

I’ve never had to question why I love you

Why do I have to question it tonight?

[mrattardio]

[wherehavalltheflowersgone]

When someone is a Christian they are not constantly asked their position on the holocaust, the transatlantic slave trade, the extermination of Native Americans or any of the thousands of atrocities committed by Christians. So why do Muslims get asked about terrorism and Jews about Israel and are grouped in with specific bad people while Christians are not required to explain themselves.

[digby2006-deactivated20181220]

Now, there’s a thought.

[flutejesus]

power move: as every Christian you see about the children’s crusade

[canijustbeenough]

I don’t want to dream of rain even though I want to run around and dance in it. I don’t want to dream of tulips since they represent forever. I don’t want to dream of stars because I could remember every night below them. I don’t want to dream of us because ‘us’ is part of the vocabulary I don’t need to use anymore.

[curlsandstems]

I don’t think people realize how much strength it takes to pull yourself out of a poisonous situation with someone you love deeply. 

If you’ve done that today or any day, I’m proud of you.

[pessimisticandrealistic]

“You spoke softly that night, told me that love is complicated. You turned to face me, moonlight grazing your angelic face. You raised your hand and stopped my tears from falling. You leaned into me and tasted my lips and allowed me to taste yours. “It tastes bittersweet”, you said, “to get a taste of something so delicious for the very last time.” I looked down at your lips. They were red and a bit swollen from all the kissing we had done previously. I didn’t need to look at your eyes to know that you felt it too. I heard it in your voice and decided that that must be enough. You were broken by our love too. And there was nothing we could do to fix what has broken into two.”

— e.s. // the bittersweet goodbye.

[canijustbeenough]

Being asked "do you still love me?" really. fucking. hurts. I'm here, giving you all of me and every single ounce of my love. I try so hard to make you feel loved because I love you so god damn much and it's not even enough. You feel the need to question if I even love you and I don't understand if that's my fault or yours. I'm giving everything I have because you mean the world to me but if I don't say it just once, you think all the times before it doesn't show that I'm still in love with you. I try so hard to make you feel my love because I am so grateful to have a boy like you, but here you are, asking me if I love you, like you don't know the answer. Like you don't know that I do. It hurts so much because I love you so so so much, but it's not enough for you to always know that.

[canijustbeenough]

I want to be in love with you. You make me feel happy and whole and wanted and more than enough. But I every time I look into your eyes, I see a color so different from his and when you hold me, I know they're your arms, but I feel his. And I can't help but fall for you, but am I falling for you because of who you are, or am I falling for you because you're everything he's not? I just don't get it. I don't love him anymore, and I'm almost in love with you, but he still has some part of me. He has enough to hurt me and I need that piece back so that I can finally love you. What am I supposed to do. I want to be in love with you, but I can't.

[pessimisticandrealistic]

the girl who used to write you love letters, she is dead now. i buried her with all the letters in my backyard.

e.s. // dead girl. (via pessimisticandrealistic)

[pessimisticandrealistic]

“You were a world of laughs until you were tired of seeing me happy. And I guess you never meant it when you said you would always be there for me.”

- B.M. // the ex best friend

Hey guys, you should definitely check out @wordslikerosepetals and follow her! :) She is starting to kick off her own poetry blog, and I genuinely think that her works is amazing as she’s proven with previous submissions to me already.

(via pessimisticandrealistic)

[textpostsforthesoul]

It’s 1:30 in the morning and I’m missing someone who no longer exists.

(via textpostsforthesoul)

[wnq-writers]

The worst is crying over a person that isn’t even worth it, that doesn’t even know how much they actually mean to you, the person that actually made you think you mean something to them.

Alisia Wynona M. (via wnq-writers)

[canijustbeenough]

Me: no worries!

Narrator: she had several worries

[canijustbeenough]

I'm so happy with you, but I'm so scared that I'm going to be the girl that breaks your heart.

[gloomysuggestion]

i hate that when i look at you i dont think of how you wronged me so many times. all i see is the hair my fingers used to be tangled in and the lips that used to press against my head

[clubsprout]

how lucky do two people have to be in order to fall for each other at exactly the right time in exactly the right way

[written-on-polaroids]

I’m over it, I swear. But sometimes I still see your face in a crowded room or find myself looking for you in strangers, sometimes I still feel your hands on my skin and I smell your perfume on my sheets. Sometimes, even though I’m over it, it still hurts.

(via letzte-rose)