graveyard of memories

we ball, roll and cry!

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

You are, as the poets would say,

a poem i know by heart.

[donewithlifexoxo]

A random Tuesday of May,

When I wish,"may you be mine and always mine"

May, when you only wish but wishes are just words full of hope against what the reality really is.

I clean my room a little too deeply and I accidently come across the graveyard of all the traditions I set, religions I made and dreams I had woven.

The letter I wrote which never saw the day light and the box I made for your next birthday.

The poems I wrote, rich with the essence of you.

I sit down, reading all the words I once wrote.

Kind of cliché but atmost they were true; they still are...

'I only have my words and thus, I use them wisely and truly."

A few days later when I was creating a new board of Pinterest, I came across the shattered dreams of board we made.

The posts we saved and all the emotions it held.

Somewhere in the world, some agent, keeping an eye on us, might be rooting for us to get back together.

Maybe our agents might fall in love and their end might be beautiful than our reality.

The end we dreamt off, they might live it.

I slip into the revenie, where we don't end, and I don't die daily.

For a moment of bliss, I am at peace because in my garden of fragmented hopes and dreams, we are together

You love me and I feel loved by you.

You're smiling and I smile whenever I see your lips curled up like the cresent on the first day of siting of new moon of every month.

And for once, I have happy and I don't have to pretend to be happy

[a-little-sad-but-still-raddd]

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[kosmogrl]

[cryingselfie-deactivated2024012]

jork weismann

[st-alajlan-deactivated20190717]

i’m alive in a dead way.

[donewithlifexoxo]

He hurt me so much that I started writing again.

[donewithlifexoxo]

It hurts so much that I can't breathe. It hurts and it hurts and it hurts.

It feels like a stab in the heart yet I don't bleed. I can't cry because it's the desi household we live in and heartaches don't exist here.

Oh, it hurts so much. The person who claimed to never leave, left. It hurts so bad that I think I'll die of this heart ache. I see their pictures and I cry. I think about them, I cry. I cry and I cry and I cry. Yet no real tears escape cuz I am my mother's beautiful and obedient daughter who doesn't cry.

I read Bell jar and the urge to die increase with every page. How can someone be so cruel to leave away the person they claimed to love?

[wedarkacademia]

“I want to be with you, it is as simple and as complicated as that.” — Charles Bukowski

[wedarkacademia]

Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.

~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Manon, Ballerina

[wedarkacademia]

[donewithlifexoxo]

You know you're in deep shit when you're sitting on the floor and it's 2 am, listening to their voice messages calling you silly names you adore and looking at their pictures smiling as a tear slip down your eyes cuz you both haven't talked in a while and you miss them so much that your heart feels like it has been ripped

[astraeye]

whenever i'm feeling unworthy i think that my inner child must think i'm the coolest out there! she must love our purple hair she always wanted. she can't believe we actually finished writing a book. she adores the fact we can finally eat with chopsticks. she is so so happy we study at the university we always dreamed of studying at. she is glad we can write this whole text in english without using google translator. she thinks we're so cool for managing to live alone somewhere else to study. and she is so so so happy i got to find even greater friends, whos stick by our side no matter what. how can i want to be different when i am just like my inner child wanted to be? how can i hate myself when my inner child loves me?

[quotemadness]

“Love didn’t hurt you. Someone who doesn’t know how to love you hurt you. Don’t confuse the two.”

— Unknown

[allamericansbitch]

This picture is still so insanely powerful to me

[donewithlifexoxo]

Men will make you fall in love with them, make promises that they'll hold you up when you're about to stumble and share post saying "I might leave you when you need me the most"

So fall in love with fiction, real ones are red flag ladies

[bluedietcoke]

book quotes that i will never recover from

"he is half of my soul, as the poets say. " - song of achilles

"write me a letter telling me how to live the rest of my life without you." - how to make friends with the dark

"they were my birthday presents." - shatter me

"she had realized that she had forgotten the precise blue of his eyes and the depth of his laugh." - clockwork princess

"my name is sam cortland... and i will not be afraid." - assassin's blade

"you chose me four years ago. would you choose me still?" - these violent delights

"we were all supposed to make it." - crooked kingdom

"i remember everything." - the invisible life of addie larue

"come home and shout at me. come home and fight with me. come home and break my heart, if you must. just come home." - cruel prince

"i wasted all those yesterdays and am completely out of tomorrows." - they both die at the end

"you hated the idea of me." - the final gambit

"bob says hello." - house of hades

"abuse can feel like love. starving people will eat anything." - nightfall

"i missed you only with an ocean between us. but if death was separating us... i would find you." - queen of shadows

"i loved him. i love him. as best i could." - we were liars

"i'm the villain, even in my own story. but you were supposed to play a different role." - finale

"i will find you again in the next world—the next life. and we will have that time. i promise." - a court of wings and ruin

"i spent half of my time loving her and the other half hiding how much i loved her." - the seven husbands of evelyn hugo