Enjoying Sadness

We are all broken, that's how the lights gets in

[theliteraryjournals]

I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.

Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (via theliteraryjournals)

[love-personal]

[fluohrine]

We let our memories burn and now they’re ashes in the ground. We took so much from each other we ended up broken and full of emptiness. We filled our hearts with empty promises and broken fragments. 
We killed our love. It could have been the brightest but I guess the flame ended so quickly

k.m (via fluohrine)

[lovethatwillnotbetray]

[hippyness]

[sangreymiel]

[ohdaddywasasailor]

[ed-gy]

[ambiguities]

[criying]

My heart gets sad sometimes. I’m not really sure why. It just starts to ache and my body begins to feel hollow. My mind wanders. I hate feeling like this. I don’t want too. But I can’t help it. My heart just feels heavy.

You asked why I was so quiet (via criying)

[itquiet-deactivated20240530]

[softwaring]

[girlwithamole-blog]

[paintdeath]

[msalisbu]

[bubbly]

at 15 we think we know what love is,  they say we know it when we found our first it’s not about who you first dated or who made you turn up in the hospital beds because you would swallow too many pain killers to try and numb him out of you and its not about who you blame your pain on. at 16 i spent my nights wishing you’d come back because i thought my first love had to be the one who left bruises inside my bones and covered them up so they wouldn’t show up on my skin i thought i had to stay in love with you because no one deals with everything you made me deal with and just nothing comes out of it right? at 17 i already wasted way too many days counting down the days before you’d come back to me i graduated from high school and the summer flew by faster than i ever could imagine but i still always blamed everything on losing you i blamed the summer passing too quickly on you and i blamed the fact that i could never love someone new because i put it in my own head that my love could only be for you i blamed the scars on my body on you even though yours disappeared on the surface years before. at 18 i realized i used you as my bandage to cover up any type of feeling i could ever feel towards anyone else i refused to ever open myself up to anyone i just blamed it on “well he’s no you” until maybe i found someone who didn’t have to bruise my bones and kiss away the the little blue circles that would show up on the side of my ribcage after you were done being angry and he didn’t have to touch me to fall for me but most importantly he never gave up on me and maybe that’s what love really is it’s faith that no matter what, if your love was really real then you gravitate back towards each other now i fall asleep to his late night drives and his good night texts and he always says sorry when he messes up, he doesn’t bruise me and break my bones i finally understand i never loved you i blamed everything that was happening to me with the simple excuse of its because what he did to me. it caused me over 2 years of confusing love for sickness but it finally doesn’t hurt when i see you and i could hear your name without shacking  i see his smile in my dreams and i don’t wake up in some twisted nightmare.  at 15 i thought love was holes in the walls at 18 i realize it’s driving me home at 4 in the morning.

i stopped remembering

~j

(via bubbly)

[unordinary-girl]