[wnq-writers]

This time last year, I could have told you who I was, and who I was going to spend the rest of my life with. Twelve months have passed and now all I’m sure about… is that it’s December again.

rhymingtherapy, writing prompt #72, write about December (via thequotejournals)

[emmenezmoii]

Everyone is so afraid that they'll break me. Don't you know you can't break what's already broken?

[emmenezmoii]

I'm worried I will always use my anxiety and my random breakdowns as a reason for everything. I joke around as if it's fucking okay but mental health is no joking matter. I'm worried I will never be happy and I will never accept anyone or anything. Most days I stay busy and let my students drain the life out of me but I am still easily triggered and the sadness consumes me. It is as if grief is all I know. I'm worried I will push everyone away because I don't think anyone is good enough. But why? I'm no better.

[letters-from-alex]

Stay humble, no matter how much you changed for the better.  Stay kind, no matter how many people broke your heart.  And stay hopeful, no matter how many times you’ve been let down.

The Most Important Thing in Life is… (via letters-from-alex)

[emmenezmoii]

Sometimes I still wonder what it would feel like to just.....

[kimberrice]

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So there goes my life  Passing by with every exit sign  It’s been so long  Sometimes I wonder how I will stay strong  No sleep tonight  I’ll keep on driving these dark highway lines  And as the moon fades  One more night gone, only twenty more days

[emmenezmoii]

It’s been a little over seven months and I’m still counting the days. And I want to say I don’t know why, but I do. The circumstances surrounding the situation are still unsettling.

It shouldn’t feel like a knife across the wrist every time I hear Arctic Monkeys or Local Natives or any of the songs we “made love” to. I shouldn’t feel triggered every time someone leans in to hug me and all I smell is you. I remember everything and it’s both a blessing and a curse.

Tonight’s the first night in a while that I’ve cried this hard. I’m not sure I’ll ever forget how my life felt, EXACTLY a year ago. Like everything I thought I knew was crashing down. How at that moment I regretted any and every selfish decision I made to not come to California. I remember crying in your arms, straight into midnight, when you wished me a simple “Happy Birthday.” Crying because everyone told me that my grandfather would die on my birthday. Die. Or at least so they thought.

How do you celebrate a day that brings more pain than happiness? I waited for this day all year, to see if you’d come around and remember. But now it’s just another sad and bittersweet memory of a story that was cut short.

How can you call it love when it hurt you so badly? It was love because it was worth it.

[emmenezmoii]

Jay Asher, The Future of Us (via books-n-quotes)

[vomitingwords]

Maybe my hands weren’t meant to hold yours, even if my heart refused to let go. As if a flower still grows and appears in the middle— in a crack of a concrete road.

ma.c.a // Sharp Edges and Soft Touches (via vomitingwords)

[hailee-steinfld]

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Watch Stiches Acoustic!

[emmenezmoii]

I miss long drives and duets

[dailyinspirationquotes]

[iheartmoosiq]

El Paso native Khalid, alongside announcing a debut album, has revealed a sensational taste from the record. Saved’s R&B soul carries a gentle island breeze, but it aches tenderly and exquisitely, riding on Khalid’s silky smooth vocals. Saved leaves me sighing even as I sway to its deep rumbling groove. Khalid’s debut album is due out on March 3rd. Expect it to make quite an impact. 

[emmenezmoii]

“It was all I wanted for the longest time- to open my eyes and see you there. To stretch out my hand and touch the soft, yielding warmth of your skin. But now I have learned the secret of distance. Now I know being close to you was never about the proximity.”

Sometimes I still yearn for your presence and ache for your touch. The fire of love I had in me for you was a burning red and it’s starting to simmer down to a cold blue. I still don’t understand how you could hate me so much after everything we’ve been through and it pains me to know that for once, you’re within reach and I’m losing you all over again. I don’t know if this was worth all the heartache; I wish you ended it before it even began. The words you’ve told me, the lies you promised me, are planted in me. It’s like poison every time a “I still love him” slips out. How could I still think so highly of someone who thinks so lowly of me? I don’t think I’ll ever understand what goes through your mind and it saddens me to think about how I was very willing to spend the rest of my life figuring it out.

They say it takes 64 days to break a habit. So tell me darling, what kind of habit were you?

[emmenezmoii]

My parents were never really supportive of what I wanted to do in the future. I guess they were never really supportive of anything I wanted for my future. Tomorrow is one of many interviews I will be going through in the next few months and my tummy is doing somersaults. Here's to my future.

[kimreesesdaughter]

I used to think I was being too picky but fuck that. I deserve someone who wants to know about me. It may sound silly but I don’t wanna be out here fucking with people who never ask my favorite color or if I ate today. I deserve someone who wants to hear my dreams just as much as I want to hear theirs. I deserve the same energy and effort I release. Fuck that. 

[healingsuggestions]

you are worth more than second thoughts and maybes

[punkvss]

I couldn’t accept that you could fall out of love with me. I couldn’t bear the thought that somehow my love would not be enough one day. One day became someday then someday became today and I realized now that people do in fact fall out of love. It wasn’t your fault. It was entirely mine. I became hard. The nights you spent with other people you were thinking of me. You just wanted a good time and I just wanted to fight. I spoke words that could kill with a harsh, bitter undertone. The only person to blame for our broken love is me. I will never blame you again. I couldn’t. How can I when you’re everything to me?

One day I will see you in the streets and I will smile because I know you were always better off without me.

[emmenezmoii]

I couldn't have said it better myself