Love you goodbye

Miss me miss me say you wanna kiss me¿

[ryngtail]

just hold on..one more second…

[theinturnetexplorer]

RIP Beautiful Prince.

[chandri]

WTF TORONTO

[violent-darts]

No this is totally normal for Toronto.

[cuddlyharolds-blog]

Okay but imagine a crossover episode of supernatural where Damon&Stefan come to visit or a crossover where Dean&Sam come to visit Mystic Falls like which side would you even be on??? Who would fight who? Would they become friends? Imagine the sarcasm between Sam and Damon like woah that's amazing that's what I live for why can't someone make it happen

[derekmerediths]

Just a note to say I’m still not over Derek Shepherd dying

[cuddlyharolds-blog]

Same

[wordsnquotes]

You’ll meet her, she’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many days at a time. You’ll see, when she smiles, you’ll love her.

Pan’s Labyrinth, Dir. Guillermo del Toro (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

One of the greatest tragedies in life is to lose your own sense of self and accept the version of you that is expected by everyone else.

K.L. Toth (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

We spoke endlessly about everything and nothing. Now, I cannot even remember the sound of your voice.

Michael Faudet, Dirty Pretty Things (via wordsnquotes)

[yotequeria]

“Supongo que, cuando alguien a quien amas se va, dejan un hoyo en ti que se queda para siempre, e incluso si vuelven, el dolor que pasaste viene a ti de vez en cuando”

-H.B (via yotequeria)

[wild----princess]

No diré que te amaba porque sé que no es así, pero te quise como a pocas personas. Si tú supieras cómo suelo actuar con otros, te sorprenderías. Te mostré este lado real y absoluto de mí, sólo porque pensé que tú valías la pena. Y no es así.

(via wild----princess)

[wordsnquotes]

Part of me still loves. More of me doesn’t.

James Frey,  A Million Little Pieces. (via wordsnquotes)

[thelovejournals]

What if the person you were meant to be with could never be yours?

Lauren Kate, Fallen  (via wordsnquotes)

[cuddlyharolds-blog]

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I think the worst kind of pain you can ever feel is when you want to cry but nothing comes out of your eyes. You feel this big hole inside of you, like something is missing but you can't do nothing about it. You feel the pain like burning livid hell but there's no words that come out of your mouth. You want to cry it out and feel better about it after but there's no tears left. So you're just stuck there, waiting for the pain to go away.

[cuddlyharolds-blog]

The day I stopped calling him by his nickname was the day I realized how bad I was hurt

[wordsnquotes]

She went back to her room and put on her best dress, high heels, tried to fix up. But there was a terrible sadness about her.

Charles Bukowski, Post Office (via wordsnquotes)

[mydennysromance]

Regret me.

I wanna be something you regret. And not in the way I regret being with you. I want you to regret every fight you started, every mean thing you said, every lie you told, and every damn thing you made me feel. I want you to regret the nights that you made me cry. I want you to regret the days you wouldn’t talk to me, the times you ignored me. I want to you to regret ever saying that you loved me when you knew damn well you didn’t. I want you to regret ever making me feel like I meant something. I want you to realize that you hurt the most amazing person to come into your life. I want you to realize I was the one thing that made you a decent person. I want the thought that I was best thing you could have ever had to haunt you. I want the idea that you know I will find someone better than you to kill you on the inside because you let me go. I want to be something you regret letting go. I want to be the reason that people ask you “why did you ever let her go? She was perfect”. I want every thought of me to hurt.

[cuddlyharolds-blog]

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[cuddlyharolds-blog]

It's been two days

It's been two days that I didn't cry for him. It's been two days since we ended it. It feels like hell. Pure hell. Burning livid hell. Because I miss every single part of him. I miss his small eyes that always stare at mine, making me feel like he's reading every single emotion inside of me. I miss his beautiful lips, which I never had the chance to kiss. His lips which he constantly put over my forehead, hand, neck and cheek. It seems so simply and so stupid, but it meant the world to me. It meant the world to me to feel contact with his body. It meant the world to me to feel his skin on mine even only for five seconds. It meant the world to me to have his hands on my waist and hips, touching them so delicately, like he was afraid to break me. But he did. I don't think he knew what he was doing to me, but day per day, he broke small pieces of me and at the end, he entirely broke me. Break in the meaning that I can't sleep, I can't eat and I can't do anything without thinking of him. Break in the meaning that I don't feel love anymore. He broke me entirely, he hurt me in ways I didn't even know existed, he took away my soul, fed on it and when he was done, left it there. I gave him everything. I gave him love, which I didn't know how to use it anymore. I give him the love that no one ever gave to me. The attention and affection I wanted to have. I understood him without any words, I understood what it meant when he said "yes" while staring at the floor. I understood that his "I'm okay" didn't mean that he was okay at all. I gave excuses for him, I justified his actions and defended him while he wasn't around. I always saw hope in him. Hope in us. Hope in love. And call me stupid or naive, but I still have hope till now.