b e o k a y

this is gonna be really cool

[lovelysuggestion]

i really do love you a lot and it hits me in the strangest ways

[dwyyoureyes]

“This is why I left: I saw a life with you. Not in a romantic way, but the way where when I looked at the future I saw you sitting at my dining table, confessing your worries for the 1,800th time. I saw you meeting the love of my life and introducing me to yours. I saw you loving my kids like they were your own and I saw us loving each other - platonically, simply. But through our late night conversations about the world and about our futures - mere kids aspiring to be something great in a city that was always so poor - you spoke more about the way my smile lit your world up instead of what you’d do to create your own. You stopped fantasizing about meeting the love of your life and insisted that I was already in it, despite the fact that I said it wasn’t what I wanted. That this wasn’t how it was supposed to be. I caught the lingering stares and the subtle comments. More than anything, I noticed how we changed; how you tried to force something on me that I didn’t want, and how you kept getting hurt in the process - silently blaming me for not reciprocating feelings that I didn’t harbor in the first place. Three years later and I feel the hatred steam off of you when you see me on the corner of my block. I ripped you off of me like a dying limb because I knew that if I held on to you, you’d cling for dear life - never looking forward to another version of your own future again. I left because I’d rather hurt you now and have you move on in due time, as opposed to not at all. I didn’t want you meeting the love of my life with a cold smile and tension wrapped around your first handshake. I didn’t want you to go home at night with no one beside you. I didn’t want you to look at my kids and wish they were ours. I didn’t want you to look backwards. I needed you to look forward. I broke your heart for your own good. But believe me when I say that you broke mine, too”

— friendzoned

[wonting]

[midnightwritings]

“My heart is a home where all the rooms smell like you.”

— voks

[bleustems]

[dreamasme]

[wrotten]

kiss ur own forehead. haunt ur own house

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

Your lovely presence. – Lukas W.

[fxnsblog]

Acuario, Virgo y Capricornio

[simply-quotes-deactivated202002]

I don’t know exactly what drove me to stray, but I think there’s a certain sadness to finally getting what you want.

Jessica Pan, Graduates in Wonderland (via simply-quotes)

[compulsive]

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

We try so hard to make our lives meaningful in the eye of another, we end up forgetting to be happy.

Lukas W. // Coffee thoughts #178 (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

[sparkandashes]

I don’t know if in your absence I’m falling in love with you or falling out of it.

maybe always falling more//

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[ninasdrafts]

Maybe I’ll start being a little braver. Not tomorrow, but today. Maybe I’ll pick up the phone and call you. Tell you how much I miss you, how life hasn’t been the same without you. And maybe you’ll answer, saying that you’ve missed me too. Maybe, for a little while, it’ll be enough.

small acts of bravery / n.j. (via ninasdrafts)

[thelovewhisperer]

“He didn’t even tell me why. He just decided I wasn’t good enough to for him anymore and left, and that’s how it ended.”

— Quotes about heartbreak and moving on

[dwyyoureyes]

Stepping onto the railing,

I see the wind tumbling over itself,

and gaze down forty stories, curious,

why the perspective we were granted

is never enough. I realize now

I am frightened, heart

a mixture of molehills and slackline.

as my last toe leaves the edge in freefall i panic, understanding this

is the one mistake i cannot apologize for but it’s okay. the rest is

a blur of bliss enjoying the powerlessness and how it is my

dream to skydive because this is the most wonder-

ful fun a human never deserves to have, almost

tasting my body’s dmt, but twenty feet

from the ground i catch my fears—

scream—attempting to hearten

bones that won’t survive;

flail as if to learn to miss

the planet and fly and i

succeed i am doing it

i am doing it until

i’m not and i hit

then lick the

concrete

with

my

b

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o

o

d

[sparkandashes]

But nobody loved me later as much as they pretended to love me for the very first time. Why?

// Because darling some people need new people to love every now and then. So let go of crap. Breathe.

Sparkandashes