I found myself in the heart of dixie

I left my heart in Alabama • Lover of all things Jesus and Crossfit

[foundmyselfintheheartofdixie]

[foundmyselfintheheartofdixie]

[foundmyselfintheheartofdixie]

And that was the last conversation we ever had

[foundmyselfintheheartofdixie]

Excuse my language, but I may never understand why two people who love each other so fucking much cannot get it right.

[foundmyselfintheheartofdixie]

[lemonzmac]

[foundmyselfintheheartofdixie]

They ask how I am and I always say “busy.” But what they don’t know is that I’m not busy like they think. My head is full of continuous memories I can’t sort through and my heart is picking up it’s broken pieces. I’m busy trying to remember who I am without you. So yeah, I’m busy; just not in the way they think. But it’s okay, because “busy” seems to suffice and they never pry after that.

[lylylylylylylylyly]

[foundmyselfintheheartofdixie]

It was silly of me to ever believe he’d choose me. You can’t ask someone to leave a life they’ve built just to love you. Coming to terms with finding an extraordinary love that was not meant to last is an unfathomable pain I wouldn’t wish on anyone. I guess that’s why they say love is about sacrifice, because sometimes the thing you have to give up, is them.

[sehventies-blog]

“…I want enough time to be in love with everything.”

— Marina Keegan, The Opposite of Loneliness: Essays and Stories (via thequotejournals)

[lyjerria]

but the moral of the story is, I’m more at peace in solitude than I could ever be with anyone else

[uzone]

[foundmyselfintheheartofdixie]

[foundmyselfintheheartofdixie]

[backshelfpoet]

Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”

Things I Wish My Mother Had Taught Me | d.a.s (via halluzinogen)

[thewordsyouneverunderstood]

In this story, he leaves me for what he already knows. He stops holding my hand and he opens the door to a house that he thought had burned down in flames and it’s painful to be the one who waits but I wait because maybe it won’t feel like home. Because maybe the walls will be a different color and because maybe it’s not welcoming anymore. Maybe the love isn’t there anymore. And so I wait. I wait outside beneath a tree with broken limbs and I feel sad because all things must come to an end and this is the end. I stand on the outside and he is dancing in the kitchen with her. She is spinning beneath that old light fixture that needs fixing but they’re too engulfed in their happiness to notice the broken things and so they don’t notice me. They don’t notice me and I understand. Familiarity in love feels easier and I’m not angry and I’m a little bit sad but I understand. He’s loved her for quite some time now, he hasn’t ever stopped.

- Broken Light Fixture / thewordsyouneverunderstood (via thewordsyouneverunderstood)

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