Always

it's all me

[awwsfordays]

Couch Surfing

[studentlifeproblems]

[craved-deactivated20230908]

“They were in love, happy, content; but why was it so painful being in love, why was there so much pain in happiness?”

— Virginia Woolf (via quotemadness)

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[dopenmind]

Reblogging this once more because my mom and I legitimately laughed to tears.

[idiotlibra]

this is my favorite video on the internet

[hashtagloveloses]

mental health tip: save this video. watch it when you’re sad. it’s the best goddamn thing on the internet

[deeplifequotes]

If you’re lucky enough to find someone who shines bright enough to lead you out of the dark, make sure you let them know they’re loved.

(via deeplifequotes)

[hplyrikz]

He said he loved me, but he never did He says he loves her, and he really does He kissed my lips and said I’m the only one Now he kisses her, guess he found the one He talked about our marriage like we were meant to be He’ll be standing at the alter, but not with me Every dream he dreamt, was only dreamt with me But dreams are only dreams, she’s his reality

Richa Gill (@RiichaG_)

[wnq-writers]

Sometimes, no amount of love can save you. Sometimes, love loses the battle against reality. Sometimes, no matter how much you love someone, you need to let go, let them live; without you. It’s always hard, and these stained cheeks, heavy breathing, damp pillows and tired eyes would haunt you for a while, only as long as you allow it. No matter how much you’re determined to pick yourself up from rock bottom, no matter how many times you tell yourself you’re over it, no matter how happy you are for them, some days, just some days, it hits you. That there’s a thin line between what you’re fighting for and what you’re fighting against. Cause you know that even if you chose to fight for love every single day, Sometimes, you can’t fight against fate. Cause you know, that sometimes, just sometimes; no amount of love can save you.

tellmeitsgnabeokay  (via wordsnquotes)

[supposedtobe]

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he says softly. It’s not a question, it’s a statement. “I know.” Her eyes are on the tarmac and then on the constellations, but never on his face. “Why?” That makes her stop. She inhales a deep breath but regrets it a second later because now she can only smell him. Him, him, him. “Because it hurts to be around you and not have you.” Now it’s his turn to stop because the words are there now, separating him even further from her. “I’m sorry.” He can tell it’s not enough. Sorry is never enough. “It’s fine, I’m sure it’ll get easier.” She’s lying. He knows it and so does she. But neither of them say anything because it could never make a difference. Words will never be enough.

Denial is a heart’s best armour, 20/09/2015 (via afadingdancer)

[spitefulthot]

[flybutnotlikeag6]

Post it notes from a stay-at-home dad

[badgalgraciee]

just friends

[dailyinspirationquotes]

please follow

[wordsnquotes]

When something bothered me, I didn’t talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone. Not that I really felt lonely. I thought that’s just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own.

Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart  (via wordsnquotes)

[thelovejournals]

I felt her absence. it was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. you wouldn’t need to run to the mirror to know they were gone.

James Dashner, The Scorch Trials (via thelovejournals)

[stonefieldofdreams]

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yooooooooo

[dykebisclavret]

when my dad was in college he had a friend who told a girl he’d take her on a date unlike any other she’d ever been on and so he took her to the supermarket to watch the lobsters fighting in the lobster tank

they’re married now

[respirasolorespira2am]

Honestly

[wnq-writers]

She’s madly in love with you. I can see it clearly, her eyes are smiling whenever you hold her hand. She’s there for you whenever you need someone to talk to. She will pick up the phone anytime and listen to your endless stories. She will forgive you every time. She will do everything for you to stay and fight for the relationship and dreams that you’ve built together. She would even sacrifice her own happiness for you. She would even travel long hours just to check if you’re okay because she cares about you, a lot. She loves you more than you’ll ever know. She’s perfect for you. You are lucky because you have her in your life. Don’t leave her.

baekebyan (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

let me tell you something: no one is going to look at you, broken and shattered and think - damn, you are beautiful. no one is going to come pick up your broken pieces off the floor and assemble them into a beautiful whole. hell, you won’t even look at yourself and think - I made broken look beautiful. you know why? because all those writers lied to you. yes, all those with their poems of scraped knuckles and blood dripping down chins, pomegranate songs and loves that ripped through you like hurricanes. liars. so you and i, we are going to make a plan. you are not going to romanticize days when your brain tells you to smash that mirror, you are not going to romanticize the lover who doesn’t understand you but still writes about you. here is what you are going to romanticize instead: you are going to romanticize the first day of spring, its gentle hands all over your body, lifting you up until you are as light as a feather. you are going to romanticize the tea and honey kind of love, no hurricanes, but sunshine that builds you up from within, that helps you make it through the worst days. you are going to romanticize gentle hands of a friend in yours, telling you that it is going to be okay. because it is. and don’t trust poets, we’re no good, we love pretending that our jagged edges tantamount to a beautiful disaster, but in reality - there ain’t nothing beautiful about shaky hands holding a cigarette and empty eyes staring at the cracks in the walls. you know what is beautiful, instead? the days when you can look at yourself in the mirror and smile, scars and all. music that makes your soul flow like a river, books that offer comfort, families flocking together like overgrown birds to keep you safe and warm, friends that give you strength when you can find none, lovers who make you laugh through tears. baby, from now on you are going to romanticize healing; honey dripping down your fingertips, August nights that stick to your skin, the day you find your purpose, long car rides and singing so loud that no one can shut you up now. bad news: no one is coming to save you. good news: you can save yourself.

Lana Rafaela (via wnq-writers)