[honeybandaids]

can’t wait to move out into the middle of nowhere and build a happy cottage and grow raspberries and have dandelion tea with honey and bake bread and pies and raise goats and ducks and a cat or two

[inkskinned]

oh, friends can use you. when you’re sitting drunk in someone else’s apartment with three people you’re not really comfortable with and a party full of strangers, you think about him, and how he used to be your friend, and how the two of you used to plan a future, not an end. you two were going to explore the world or be each other’s roommates or put on a two-person play. 

what do you say about that, about why you’re upset. “oh it’s just a guy”. but not a guy like that. it was just a friend that you used to share secrets with who left once he got his dreams, his house, his girlfriend. you’re not jealous, you’re happy for him - but you wish he’d write you, now and then.

once in middle school you had a best friend, and she was gone by the end of high school. like, still there, still someone you saw in the hallways, but not someone you felt close to. which was fine, you told yourself, people grow apart, they live their lives and expand like suns. it just feels like everyone is trying to grow apart from you, to reach until they escape your orbit.

you can’t say “my friends use me when they’re sad and then leave when they find happy” because what, are you going to be mad about someone else finally getting out? you can’t say “i’m lonely” when you’re just incapable of letting more than two people close to you. you can’t complain “they left me” because they didn’t leave you, did they. they’re just. not your friend anymore. and it happens. it’s not like you were in a relationship.

but stuff happens and you think - he would love this. or you go through your pictures and he’s there and you think - that’s the end of that. or a song comes on and it was your song - and you know, in your heart, if you played it for him, he wouldn’t even remember the tune of it. but what are you going to say? are you going to imply friends need to stay with you? that your life is sad because you’re easy to leave? that you’re hurting because of something so small as “my best friend moved on”?

you’re really good at giving. so people come to you, and you give them advice, and you give them time, and once in a while, when you’re feeling silly, you try to give them a spot in your heart.  

and you always wind up back here. back where you are.

[wordsnquotes]

“To whoever loves me next, I’m sorry if I’m afraid of you or if days of flirting turn to radio silence, without warning. I’m sorry if I make you say the words over and over and over until I believe them. (I’m sorry if I don’t believe them.) I will probably spend more time worrying about losing you than I spend trying to keep you. Trouble is, every single time I’ve ever thought something was too good to be true– I’ve been right. Understand, I will know how to be vulnerable with you, but I won’t know how not to regret it. And I have no idea how deep we’ll be into this relationship before I admit I’ve never done this before. Not really. Not in any way that counts. Before I admit that I know how to put my body inside someone else’s but not how to make it beautiful. I probably won’t be easy to love. Too many people loved me badly, I’m not sure I know how to do it right.”

— Ashe Vernon

[wordsnquotes]

“I love you – I do – but I am afraid of making that love too important. Because you’re always going to leave me…We can’t deny it. You’re always going to leave.”

— David Levithan, Every Day

[livelearnlondon]

I spent my whole life dreaming of a better life. Dreaming made my days more pleasant. That exquisite cottage, the heavenly garden where I’d spend my Sundays cultivating, the sweet breeze, something called love… None of them happened but it was my dreams which had made my life sustainable. Shakespeare must have been a dreamer like me when he said “ life is but a dream”..

Poet from London

[ithelpstodream]

[wnq-writers]

Writing Prompt #8: Write about the Soul You were there When my soul started to explore Its true identity—no more hiding In a conservative chrysalis; You watched me dry my wings And take flight. And you were there when I flew too close to the sun, I played with fire And forgot that it burns. My wings turned black As I fell to the ground—charred Icarus, Fallen star. And you never left my side as I tended my wounds By moonlight. Sometimes even the best medicines don’t come in pills From doctors. Sometimes even the best medicines don’t work. And as my soul tripped over itself Like a baby deer learning to walk, You said it was too much. I was too much. You left me in the woods, And told me to find my own way home. But you, You taught me how to spread my wings, and You caught me before I hit rock bottom, and You were the best medicine, and You are my home, and You left. My soul withers, You snapped the stems; I did not bloom. But my roots run deep. Running with memories, I will chase the stars; My soul is a nebula—I build galaxies.

jumpingtofly (via wordsnquotes)

[buttonpoetry]

I want someone to say we’re all in this alone together.

Stevie Edwards, “Sadness Workshop”  (via buttonpoetry)

[madsushiman]

And if you call me at 4 am, too sad to even say hello, I will listen to your silence until you fall asleep.

Mind of a mad man. (via jaysonlife)

[wnq-quotes]

You’re important to me. I think if there’s anything that will last forever, it’s that. Whether we separate, stay in touch or rarely speak again, you will always be that little someone I really do care for, that I would sacrifice everything for to protect and keep safe.

Beau Taplin

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[g00d-vib333zz]

Maybe there are things that need to be left unsaid and I love you was one of them.

[shareaquote]

I do believe in the idea that once you feel the littlest love for someone, it never leaves, you can think of all the terrible things they’ve done, all the annoying little things they do, how they constantly steal the blankets and you can never get a goodnight sleep, how they constantly act too needy, all the little things they’ve said that didn’t sit right with you. Or you can really dig deeper, which takes a lot more patients and a lot more self discipline, to kind of dig down into those memories…those memories that just seem to be dreamy in a way. They have that beautiful glow that just radiates pure happiness, as you see yourself, and this other person, and the smiles on your faces are so extremely uncontrollable, that smile you try to hide around others, but in this moment you couldn’t even give a fuck about your insecurties, as you are just so extremely caught up in the beauty of that moment, the beauty that you both create.

@6lucius9 (via wordsnquotes)

[bpder]

luv when u tell ppl about ur crippling fear of abandonment and then they leave u

[shareaquote]

Every person I’ve ever loved has some how become toxic to me. A living, breathing reminder of why I was always better off alone. I love too hard, too quickly and then sometimes I don’t love enough. I guess I’m just bad at love.

Kristie Betts (via shareaquote)

[sleepin]

[wnq-quotes]

You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another.

Ernest Hemingway

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[wnq-anonymous]

It’s better to break your own heart by leaving, rather than having that person break your heart every day you’re with them.

Anonymous (via wordsnquotes)