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“You know that place between sleeping and awake, that place where you can still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always think of you.”
— Peter Pan, J.M Barrie
“Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say.”
— Mitch Albom
Me: *flirts with girl*
Her: *flirts back*
Me: *was not expecting that and am now panicking*
Listening to Panic at the Disco in lockdown
I have been crashing at my friend Denis’ house. and his tech set up is great, compared to me blasting music from my little macbook air. At lunch times I’ve been blasting panic at the disco albums, and I forgot how happy their music makes me. Literally dancing around the living room happy. Which is rare for me.
Your Home/You’re Home by Erin Hanson
If there’s one thing that I may tell you, Let it be: You are your home, Your body is the only house That you will truly ever own. Maybe it’s got some broken windows And there are tear-stains on the floors, Maybe you lock the things you wish weren’t Behind its many doors. But there is wisdom on its bookshelves And a laugh to light the rooms, There’s a vase upon its table Where the love you’ve grown all blooms. Dreams sit on the mantelpiece Next to kindness and your trust, Where you use them all so often They have no time to collect dust. So please don’t look at mansions With that envy in your eyes, There’s more that makes a home Than its appearance or its size. Your body is your shelter So you deserve to love it all, Don’t let the world stand round outside And tell you how to paint your walls. How lucky that you have somewhere To protect you from the night. And if there cracks left from the past? Well then they just let in more light.
I am so angry, angry that i left my jeans at your house, angry that you don’t even care to text. angry that i even bothered with you.
and then i am angry you thought it was ok to drunk text when you felt lonely, when i’ve spent the last 6 months trying to get over you.
i miss you. i miss you so fucking much. i thought you were end game. like for really, like see all the flaws and somehow still love me end game.
i don’t want to put myself out there, yet somehow i know you won’t come back. not ever. because after almost two months you still haven’t managed to pick up the phone. you never let me into your life. and it hurt. it hurt so much. because all i wanted to do was love you and you didn’t even give me a fair chance.
i know i deserve to be loved too. but that didn’t matter to me as long as i was there for you. and that might be stupid and selfless in a lot of wrong ways but damn if i thought i couldn’t love again i was wrong. i was so wrong. because it hurts so much to not be able to tell you what changed. and it hurts so much that you’re not here to hold me right now.
all i can think of is what i could of done wrong. i just want you to tell me what i did wrong so i can fix it. i want to be yours, but you never wanted to be mine.
I hope I find someone that loves me the same way Stephen Colbert loves his wife ❤️ ❤️ ❤️
“Just remember that sometimes, the way you think about a person isn’t the way they actually are.”
— John Green (via minuty)
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I’m 25, and alone. But for some reason I’m feeling hopeful, hopeful about finding someone who values me for me. Someone who will know that they need to show me they care.
The Slumflower might have some harsh views, but I love that she strongly believes in knowing your worth. I am learning about mine.
As Tom Manning said, “you’re freaking made of sparks” and i need someone who will compliment my glitter and not turn the lights off to dull it out. I need someone who is excited to see me, who wants to put time and effort into something and build it strong together. I don’t need another boy who just wants to grab beers in a pub, or sit in a park. I want someone who wants to show me something new, to show me they care and make me care too.
Before We Go, dir. Chris Evans // 2014
Do you ever wonder how much you exist in other people’s lives? I’m always curious if people think of me when a certain song comes on, or when they pass through a certain town. I wonder how many stories I’ve been a part of that I may have forgotten. I wonder if I still I exist in the minds of people that I don’t speak to anymore. I wonder how many times a day I pass through someone’s head.
it’s over.
he dumped me. he said there was no spark, so its over. he called me an incredible person and when i said it was a waste he said it wasn’t, he called it amazing.
it was obviously not amazing enough, i was not enough.
i am so tired of feeling like i’m not enough. i am so tired of putting myself out there and getting crushed and trampled on. i am so tired. i don’t want to be alone but some how i always end up alone.
he said we should meet up in a bit and check in, i told him he’d have to take responsibility for that because i couldn’t do it. because i was in love with him, how happy he made me. and now i know i’m not enough. i never was, he never thought there was a spark he just tried and now gave up.
i didn’t push him, i know i’m better than that now, but it kills me to think of how great we were together and him not seeing it.
it kills me that i’m alone again, even though i was probably alone throughout it all.