Be_Kind

Love is beautiful++

[myxandme-blog]

[thegoodvybe]

[for-him-diaries]

“What’s miserable is that I keep making myself believe that I could be with you, and that you think of me as much as I do with you. But you don’t. Gosh, you so don’t. But my heart refuses to believe that and makes up a love story in my head where you actually love me, like I have always loved you.”

— P.G.G

[thegoodvybe]

[knbpoetry]

“You’ve become a stranger in my life. I feel utterly heartless anytime I have to deal with you. I wish things didn’t have to be like this, but this is what we’ve come to.”

-K.N.B.

[myxandme-blog]

[deepestblizzardinfluencer-blog]

Okk naw..😁😁

[inkbyaporia]

and the truth is i have formed a really shitty habit of hiding behind ideas to shield myself of the reality of things. things meaning love. love meaning the coffee color of your eyes, the thickness of your eyelashes, the way you’re so sure of yourself you hardly think before you speak. and the truth is you seem so dangerously easy to fall in love with. and honestly, i want to take that risk but then again i don’t. i’m afraid i won’t be enough for you, or maybe i’ll be too much, because for all of my life i have hovered between the empty, haunting space between the two. sometimes i think i’m impossible to fall in love with because no one has really tried to love me. and i don’t mean the “good morning” text type of love, or the kissing at the right time type of love, or the asking if i have a snapchat type of love. no, i mean the drunk voicemails at 3am type of love, or the trace the moles on my arm like they are constellations in a bursting sky type of love, or the pouring your heart out when the words grow too large to hold inside type of love. i’ve been trying to convince myself that type of love is only for movie scenes and book protagonists but shit, i’d be lying if i said i don’t hope that someone would prove me wrong. there has to be something more out there than predictable dates or generic “i love you” texts or the exhausting cycle of getting to know someone and then having them leave without leaving anything more than bruises and memories. i have tried to drown the romantic in myself so many times but every time i lay eyes on you, or your name pops up on my phone, or you laugh in that loud, confident way of yours, it comes back up gasping for air. it keeps on begging for someone to help keep it afloat. and the truth is i’m so fucking tired of a cycle of almosts— as in, we almost worked out, we almost made it, i almost loved them, they almost fell in love with me. i’m tired of my fantasies meeting reality half way. i’m tired of mediocre kisses and fingertips that hold no electricity or love that holds no weight. and fuck, maybe we don’t have to last forever, maybe you don’t have to be the love of my life and maybe i don’t have to be the love of yours. maybe you can just show me something. something i haven’t seen before. something large, aching, real, fuck, something worth my time and my energy and my attention. maybe that’s all i need right now. maybe that’s all i ever wanted all along. and the truth is i have formed a really shitty habit of hiding behind ideas to shield myself of the reality of things. but i’m really tired of hiding. i’m willing to take the risk if that means i’ll save myself a single more moment about wondering what the reality of love feels like.

—- ap (12.18) teach me the reality of love because i am so tired of wondering what it feels like

[deepestblizzardinfluencer-blog]

Huuuu...

[becherdireinen]

Sometimes I see a car that looks like yours and I hold my breath for a moment. Sometimes someone wears your perfume and my hands start to shake. Sometimes I hear your favorite song and my heart skips a beat. Sometimes it still hurts when someone mentions your name. Sometimes I wonder how your family is doing. Sometimes I stare at my cell phone for hours, even though I know your name will never light up again. Sometimes I wake up with tears in my eyes at night. Sometimes I’m happy, even without you. Sometimes I forget you. But most of the time, I feel a deep pain in my chest. Sometimes I see your face in the crowd, even though I know you’re not there. Sometimes I want to call you and hear your voice, but I just can’t. Sometimes I want so see you, sometimes I never want to see you again. Sometimes I miss you so bad that my heart aches.

[deepestblizzardinfluencer-blog]

💔💔💔

[tempersstrxp]

Deep, Deep down i wanted it to be different this time with you.

[hangingontothosewords]

I hope you find someone who makes you look forward to waking up each morning. Someone who makes you fall in love with the world, but most importantly, someone who makes you fall in love with yourself.

-A.d.c

[silent-insanities]

I share my heart with the moon

And my tears with the stars.