4AM Thoughts

The queen of unrequited affection (you get used to it)

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“Learn to be alone, because not everyone will stay.”

— Unknown

[mingdliu-deactivated20210422]

“Sometimes it kills me to know that I didn’t stand a chance, and he pretended that I did by asking me to dance and watch the sunsets with him. He told me stories over hot tea and made me coffee on the days I lacked sleep. He kissed me with promises of new adventures and took me on long walks. He stayed up late to search for stars in a bright city and met me for breakfast by the water. He told me he liked me a lot and how beautiful I was, but he still couldn’t love me enough.”

— Ming D. Liu (via mingdliu)

[mingdliu-deactivated20210422]

“Take it from someone who didn’t believe she was worthy of the kind of love people envied or read books about; and no matter how badly I wished for it, I convinced myself that maybe it wasn’t enough. I’m here to tell you that you deserve the love that’s a safe haven on your darkest nights; the kind of love that chooses you each and every time - from the moment you get up to the moment you lay your head down; the kind of romance that makes you forget the rain ruined your adventures; the love that feels like a warm cup of tea or soup on a winter day. You deserve the kind of love that lets you feel, feel so much that you can’t help but be yourself.”

— Ming D. Liu

[mingdliu-deactivated20210422]

“Are we meant to be with each other? Are you the one, rather, am I the one for you, too? Sometimes, it’s black and white and I know the answer - it’s a hard yes. Other times, I question it; I ponder about the way we argue, how when it’s good, it’s really good but when it’s bad I almost believe we’re better off searching for love somewhere else. Is this what love feels like? Is it never 100% and there’s always going to be a dip, no matter how many years pass and how much we love each other? Sometimes I think I know exactly what love is, but other times, I’m constantly learning about the ebb and flow. I believe it’s going to be forever, then question if forever exists. Sometimes I am hurting, but it’s not enough for me to leave. Sometimes I love you so much, it hurts to even think about a life without you. Are we over compromising parts of ourselves, are we sacrificing too much and is it worth it? Or is that my fear talking? Am I afraid of being alone or being without you?”

— Ming D. Liu

[blossomfully]

So I’ll stop telling you my good news - and you’ll stop telling me yours. Like the fact that you got a new job - the one you’d dreamed of since you were young. Like the fact that you moved into a new house, with new friends, and a whole world of hope. Or that you found a new favourite book or artist or song. 

So maybe you’ll pick up tennis again, even though it almost broke you once. You’re a go-getter, you’re proud, and you never give up. And maybe you’ll fall in love with a girl who is nothing like me - and I hope, sincerely, that I never know. 

And one day, soon, maybe, I won’t know a thing about you. Apart from the fact that you and I fell in love a little too deeply and a little too soon. Apart from the fact that we were too young to fully understand what love was. At least I was. At least I was. And I’m sorry for that. 

[deeplifequotes]

When communication hurts more than the silence; that’s when it’s time to leave.

a.b. (via deeplifequotes)

[demurelyme]

It'll be, at once, everything that you expected and yet not at all what you imagined.

[excerptsofstories]

Every time I think I’m over you, you say something to me. My eyes warm, my muscles become weak, my heart slowly melts. Your crystal blue eyes make butterflies flutter in my stomach, descending from their sleeping state. But then I remind myself, I need to move on. You’re not here, you’re there. You’re not the same and neither am I. My body slowly freezes, just like you were never there.

Excerpt from a book I will never write #744 (via excerptsofstories)

[ink-trails]

People think that getting over an ex means cutting them out of your life for good but I don’t think that’s always the case. I don’t smile automatically anymore like I used to when my lips were magnets to her presence, now I just smile because it’s been a year and I found independence and she found love and we both discovered that okay existed outside of our once intertwining bodies. I don’t find her in other people even though sometimes others remind me of her. She is her own person and I am mine– we couldn’t exist as a couple, we just work better apart and some lost things just aren’t meant to be sought after again. I don’t wish things turned out differently, I don’t miss the way we used to be– I think about her sometimes, but only because she used to mean something to me and you can’t just throw that away. Loving someone is leaving a footprint behind when you leave and that’s what she did. I’m glad I can feel what she left here, it means that part of me is still alive. I’m over my ex. But that doesn’t keep me from being human.

Parts of them linger and it doesn’t have to mean more than that (via ink-trails)

[kushandwizdom]

[thegirlwhocrieswolf]

New piece, hope you like it! xo Lang 

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[myheartisasleep]

[closer-jp]

To anyone dealing with relationship bs, read this

[lunarmagica]

This.

[theremina]

So much this.

[manif3stlove]

I have literally experienced the opposite of all of these.

[kushandwizdom]

Enjoy everything; be attached to nothing.

Unknown (via kushandwizdom)

[chasing--ghxsts]

What if you told me what’s wrong instead of just blocking me everywhere and kicking me out all of a sudden? We’re human beings endowed with the faculty of speech, this means you have other options than just throwing people out of your life without a single explanation while everything was alright the day before.

I will never understand (via love-sex-n-cigarettes)

[inner]

Yes, I love you. But I’m done fighting for your attention.

J.C (via unpresentable)

[demurelyme]

It seems like the Christmas spirit, like the original one that you know and love when you’re a kid, dies around your 20s. There’s just a sort of magic and excitement that just leaves. When you’re born until about 10 years old, Christmas is one of the days you look forward to the most. Waking up, storming your parent’s room with your sibling(s) to wake them up, gathering around the Christmas tree, and opening presents to amazing toys that you then get to play with all day. Sometimes your parents will even take you to fun, family-oriented little events.

Around your teens, that magic starts to fade. Your family stops waking up as fast, the presents stop being as many or as good, you’ve stopped believing in Santa. You have some of your worst Christmases, days where you just can’t stop crying because something big got ruined, because some tiny thing won’t stop bothering you, because you’re realizing something is starting to disappear.

Your late teens are just an effort to hold the façade together, even though in reality you’re no longer looking forward to that morning, when you’ve realized how much better the holidays would be with a significant other to share them with. You no longer enjoy it with your family, but you’re still holding out a tiny bit of hope, maybe a get-together with some friends.

Your twenties is when it dies. You have no significant other, your friends are all off celebrating with their own families or significant others or both, all the presents people get you suck, and you’re fighting back tears of anger and frustration and sadness at how much such a wonderful holiday has been ruined.

You open your presents early on Christmas Eve, and you wake up Christmas morning feeling nothing.

Merry Christmas.

[misswallflower]