You and her
You always promised me there was nothing going on between you two. I just checked snapmaps and youâre at her houseđ I canât even breathe, the thought of you and her makes me feel physically sick.
-06/01/19
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You and her
You always promised me there was nothing going on between you two. I just checked snapmaps and youâre at her houseđ I canât even breathe, the thought of you and her makes me feel physically sick.
-06/01/19
isnt it funny when your depressed your friends stop wanting to hang out like apart from losing my will to live ive also lost all my friends
A person doesnât know true hurt and suffering until theyâve felt the pain of falling in love with someone whose affections lie elsewhere.
Rose Gordon, Her Imperfect Groom (via thequotejournals)
A Year of Not Being Bitter About Last Year
You are twenty years old next week. Your loneliness is the cigarette you suck until the cancer hits.
You are nearly twenty and have never dated.
You are nearly twenty and vodka fills the valley you canât fill yourself. Wine fixes up every bullet hole in bare skin. Whiskey preserves your crumbling bones until you can wrap them in gauze.
You are nearly twenty and forget shit if you donât write it down within ten seconds.
Youâll wonder why the fuck you donât etch things on your bones immediately.
You love astrology even though you donât fully understand it. You just want to love something other than your aching wrists.
You need to make yourself interesting somehow.
You brag about training for a 5K âfor your healthâ but, really, you wonder if someone will love you if there is less of you.
You need to make yourself interesting somehow.
It seems like birds canât stop crying for you this summer. Maybe theyâre alone too.
Because all the other birds are paired up and doing lovebird things together while these birds are at home on a Saturday night crying into their cereal bowl.
Or maybe thatâs just you.
You think you want to be a bird. How convenient it is to fly away from every awkward situation that makes your overly emotional self want to run out of the restaurant screaming.
How convenient it is to run when things get heavy.
You wonder if thatâs the real reason youâre training for a 5K.
One unrequited love announced his engagement today. Another watched her brother marry, got to wear a dress she hates but celebrate with a girl she loves.
You wonder if fairytales are just for other people. If you are constantly destined to watch them play out from a distance.
You wish for wings and start to grow feathers. You wish to fly but cannot stay off the ground.
I wish I could fly out of love as fast as I fall into it.
Last year, my goal was to love unapologetically. This year, my goal is the stop apologizing for those who do not love me back.
I loved the fact that you were my âalmost.â That you would forever be the boy that could have been, if only one of us had gained a bit of courage. There was never going to be a fight that tore us apart. I was never going to be jealous of the girl all over you at the bar, because you were never going to be mine to be jealous of. It was always just going to be library glances and smiles from afar. But you broke my heart. You broke my heart 6 months after I had let the thought of you go. You made something that could have faded out from childâs play to nothing at all. You ended even the thought of us.
You were supposed to be the one that would never have a chance to hurt me. But you found a way. And just like that, you became like everyone else. (via crashingwaves-burningsouls)
THE FIRST SIN: The first sin you commit is when you meet his eyes for the first time and your heart falls to your stomach. Your hands and lips fall loose, blood rushes to your cheeks. The devil stares back at you in all of his glory and you are parched for a taste of his religion. THE SECOND SIN: The second sin you commit is when you talk about him with all of your friends. Youâre going to try and convince them that heâs good for you and they wonât agree, but you were never going to listen to them anyways. Heâs sitting inside your head with his fingers plunged inside your brain. THE THIRD SIN: The third sin you commit is when you stand in front of the mirror and scold yourself for what you ate for dinner. Youâre never going to fit into that dress that you brought specifically for him to like now, are you? THE FOURTH SIN: The fourth sin you commit is when you sacrifice your standards to meet his. You like the attention that he makes you beg for, because you have convinced yourself that nobody is going to want you like him. You are a victim of desperation and loneliness and he acts like he has never felt either of those things. THE FIFTH SIN: The fifth sin you commit is when you become an addict. All you ever think about is him. Youâll wonder if he thinks about you too, already knowing the answer. Youâll try to master the art of analyzing his behavior because he works like a cycle. The thought is going to bother you, but of course, youâre going to ignore it because your addiction will blind you. THE SIXTH SIN: The sixth sin you commit is when you say that you love him. You donât. What you feel is not love. What you feel is toxic. What you feel will lead you to break, because love is not meant to bruise you more than it is meant to treat you with care. Sharp edges of his teeth are piercing apart your skin and youâre still begging for him to kiss you, donât you get it? THE SEVENTH SIN: The seventh sin you commit is when you admit to yourself that you were never going to be enough for him anyways. Youâll belittle yourself by calling yourself naive and itâll drive you insane. Youâll count your flaws and suffocate. Heâs going to sit back and watch you drown. Youâre still madly going to hope that heâll save you. He wonât.
THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS THAT CAUSE A BLACK HEART (via aawordthings)
Never forget
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Lmao who raised y'all?!?
Iâm cryingggggg
this still kills me đ©đ
Y'all are so ignorant đđđ
I donât know how you cant see it. Â Everyone around us can fucking see it. Who knows you better than I do? Who do you vibe with better than me? We stay up talking for hours, about every damn subject. We know each other inside and out. I push you to do better, to be better. and still you cant fucking see it. You look at me and donât see me, and Its not fucking fair because I see you. I see us, I see everything with you. I canât look at another person, let alone be with another person. So I donât know how you can be with her. I donât know how you can love someone else when Iâve been here for so damn long, when I am whats best for you. I donât know how you canât see how amazing this can be if you just let it. Have you ever thought that maybe its not working with all these others because you are supposed to be with me? because its only going to work with me? God did you ever even think about it? about us?
I just want you to feel something (via fadedheartbreq)
I wasnât looking of anything when I met you. If anything I was over the thought of falling for someone. I had finally gotten over someone and the thought of being flooded with emotions each day again was exhausting. But we practically stumbled on top of one another. Our paths could have crossed, but instead they collided. And the night we met was like coming up for air after drowning in my own tears. You made me laugh, and you told me stories about your life and for that night I was just happy to be me. It was an odd feeling, to be so happy and free. Things didnât work out, and maybe it was for the best. This way you can always be the guy that never hurt me, the one that let me listen and laugh for a night. And I am grateful for you and the part you played in realising I deserved better than those I had met before you.
To the one that came out of no where, but was exactly what I needed. (via crashingwaves-burningsouls)
The moment I have found someone new to love, like you have, is the moment I can confidently say that I am over you. But as for now, I canât do that. Thereâs no such thing as âI donât like anyone.â Because deep down inside, you still have a place in my heart.
Excerpt from a book Iâll never write (via tbfhprincess)
âTonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me tooâ
Pablo Neruda (via theromanticidealist-blog)
Itâs happening again. Iâm falling for you all over again and I donât know how to break the cycle. I donât know how to move on when I have to see you all the time; walking around campus, sitting in the library or being tagged by mutual friends on Facebook. But itâs different this time, when I see you it isnât the same longing I used to feel. It isnât even infatuation anymore. Now all I feel is anger. Anger that I wasted so much time longing for you and so much time confused as to what I was really feeling. Anger that I canât just look at you like I look at everyone else. I don't want you, I donât want to be your friend or anything more that a friend. All I want is to see you and not be reminded of the time lost, to see you and not confuse how I feel now to how I used to feel. I still want your attention out of habit, I still try to intrigue you as I walk past. Iâm ready to move on, but the past keeps dragging me down and wonât let me close the chapter of you.
This isnât what I want, I know that. But you were an addiction for so long, and I have never been good at quitting, and I have always been a master of the relapse. (via crashingwaves-burningsouls)
Loving someone who doesnât love you back is painful. But loving someone and watching them love someone else is simply excruciating.
Youâre killing me. (via fidelisadm0rtem)
Itâs been 8 months since I lost you, and it still feels like itâs day one. How is it fair? How am I so hooked on you and youâre so hooked on her? When does this end, when does the hurting stop? Because it feels like itâs been far too long.
(via fxck-every-1)
It breaks my heart that he isnât in my life anymore. When Im bored I can no longer call on him. When I want to hang out with someone I can no longer text him. If my phone rings it will not be him. When I walk down the halls I will never see his face. And it just sucks that someone that meant so much to me no long wants to be with me.
(via myveryownstar)