you and i were made of glass

we were never meant to last

[promisesofamazing]

“I’m trying really hard to be this person that has her shit together, that has some form of fucking control over anything that has to do with my life. I’m trying really hard not to be so god damn fucking angry at everything. At the world, at myself, at people in my life. I’m trying to mask it all with some point or validation or giving it a mean by saying “this has to happen for a reason. It had to.” But maybe that’s just it, that’s what’s driving me crazy. Maybe there is no reason why bad things happen or good things happen. Maybe there is no reason and it’s just that, a thing that happened. It’s just the universe being cruel and the universe giving you a break once in a while because if we’re being honest there is ALWAYS something. There will always be a time in your life where it feels like bricks are sitting on your chest and there will always be a time after the bricks when the light peaks through one small crack and you have that moment where you don’t feel like you’re drowning and you think “This is it, this is where things get better. This is where I get better.” And it’s true you do get better. You get better every time, but there will never not be a time when there isn’t bricks sitting on your chest and that is what is so goddamn heartbreaking to me. We are born and we suffer and we live and we are happy and sad and everything in between and then we just die. Our bodies go into the ground or get spread out somewhere that was once meaningful to you if your family or friends know you, if you’re lucky. If you’re lucky you might also find love. I’m trying, I’m really trying to find the goddamn crack in the pile of bricks but fuck. What’s the point? What is the god damn point.”

— Wednesday, March 25th, 2020 11:33 pm

[myonlywayoutofhere]

““You gave me panic attacks and I thought it was love.””

—

Day 483 

(via myonlywayoutofhere)

[damnbreakups]

I think the hardest part of a breakup is coming to the realization that it’s the end of the road. You spend all this time with someone, getting to know their thoughts and fears and hopes and dreams, only to separate and be stuck with the memories that remain. You want things to work, so so badly, that you’ll do anything to hold onto those memories until one day, you’re so numb that you can’t even feel anything. You sit there thinking, “this wasn’t how I thought this would end. I never wanted it to be like this,” but here you are. It’s hard to come to terms with the fact that the future you imagined in your head will never become a reality, and maybe that’s okay. But all I know is that sometimes people weren’t meant to be together forever, and it’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.

[damnbreakups]

i feel so lost

[damnlovestories]

You know it’s love when all you want is that person to be happy, even if you’re not part of their happiness

Julia Roberts

[damnlovestories]

Getting Over You (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/Ne1I1SSKtT What do you do when your boyfriend of two years cheats on you and gets caught at junior prom, in front of the whole school? You grieve, you suffer, and then you fight like hell to move on. With a jealous ex-boyfriend, a mean popular girl, and a guy who’s been pining for her since they met, Alana is in for a wild ride when she gets back for her senior year.

[damnbreakups]

you said you’d grow old with me

[damnbreakups]

i’ll always wonder about you. how could i not? but then i think about how far i’ve come, and i know that if it wasn’t for losing you, i never would’ve became the person i am today.

[sunsetquotes]

“Life went on without you. Of course, it did. Of course, it does. It was just an ending. Not the end.”

— Lang Leav

[relatable-writings]

“Losing you wasn’t just painful, it was fucking damaging also. It wasn’t me sitting down on a couch surrounded by my friends as we watched movies and ate food to try and forget you. It was me staying up at four in the morning because the thought of you was so fucking strong I couldn’t even close my eyes without seeing your face. It was me swallowing thickly and blinking back tears every time I was in public, the hole in my chest causing my breaths to come out shaky rather than normal. It was me laughing at things for no reason as my stomach turned because the urge of falling apart was getting stronger. It was me crying at random hours during the day and me not wanting to get up out of bed. It wasn’t just me staring blankly at your number, deciding whether or not if I should call you. It was me throwing my phone at the wall and breaking it, because I was drunk again and the thought of you ever changing your information terrified me. It was me deleting our conversations and regretting it because now I couldn’t know where we had went wrong. It fucking hurt, losing you had hurt and I wasn’t ever able to forget that kind of pain.”

— A.Y.

[quotemadness]

“I want to thank you for never being there anymore. Your absence has forced me to find my own way.”

—

[damnbreakups]

In the end, we were all foolish to think that love, and only love, could heal a broken heart.

[extramadness]

[catarinehancock]

i will keep rising.

[regretfulfeels]

“It’s better for him to leave now then later. If it was later then you would be so invested in that person that even the thought of him leaving breaks your heart. Of course you’ll be sad. But nothing could compare to the sadness you’d feel if you got attached to him even more.”

Brii Watts (regretfulfeels on ig)

[poetryformyself]

I feel like I'm over you, but this Friday you asked about my plans for the weekend and I didn't answer till Saturday, cause this is me trying to get over you. And I didn't mind that you didn't say anything after I told you I didn't have plans. And I was really happy with myself for not caring that much, but it's 5:39 am and I woke up cause I fell asleep wearing my jeans, I changed into my pijamas and checked my phone. There it was, 3 notifications from you, you reacted to some of my posts and also mentioned me on a comment under a meme, I checked the time and you did that 3 hours ago, wich means it was 2:39 am. Why is a part of me happy that you thought of me at two am? just like I used to think of you. I thought I was getting over you.

Jaqueline M. 1-09-19 5:46am

[damnbreakups]

You didn’t love her. You just didn’t want to be alone. Or, maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life, but you didn’t love her. You don’t destroy the people that you love.

Callie Torres, Grey’s Anatomy