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[hplyrikz]

There’s a brief moment when you first wake up where you have no memories, a blissful blank slate, a happy emptiness, but it doesn’t last long and you remember exactly where you are and what you are trying to forget.

Carrie Bradshaw, The Carrie Diaries (via hplyrikz)

[theprocast]

By the end of this year I want to be free of this pain, because I honestly don’t know how much longer I can carry it before it crushes me. I’m not saying I don’t want to love you or think of you anymore – I’m just saying I don’t want it to hurt like this forever. I want to achieve a state of peace within myself where I can accept that it’s over and be grateful for all that we had together… I want to be able to look back on it with only fondness for the memories we shared without this terrible pain and longing. I don’t regret anything and I never will. I don’t want to hate you or forget you or pretend we never happened… I just want to be free. I just want to be happy again

Ranata Suzuki (via theprocast)

[i-wrotethisforme]

Maybe one day we’ll be sitting next to each other on the edge of the bed and you’ll tell me you love me. Maybe one day I’ll come surprise you on Sunday morning and your bedroom door will be locked. Maybe one day you’ll find my hair tie in your drawer and you’ll sleep with it around your wrist. Maybe one day I’ll meet a boy in a coffee shop and I’ll finally stop thinking about you. Maybe one day you’ll be waiting outside of my office with roses and you’ll tell me you miss me. Maybe one day we’ll pass each other in Grand Central and you’ll do a double take because my hair is darker now and you’ll wonder how I spent my last 6 months. Maybe one day I’ll find your soccer jersey in my closet and I won’t feel anything at all.

(via i-wrotethisforme)

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[escafeism]

it’s terrifying, how two souls can be united together, yet both facing opposite direction; how two people can fall in love and end up falling apart–but i’m here, and rest assured, i’ll stay until tomorrow, with the same feelings and thoughts for you.

i’ll stay, m.a (via escafeism)

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[gracesoriano-blog]

Sorry for chasing you the way I chase the sun. It’s just that you are too bright and I’m a blind girl always yearning for light—for someone as radiant as you are. I should’ve learned earlier you can also burn my eyes.

Poems-stories-letters (via gracesoriano)

[gracesoriano-blog]

In this life, you’ll know that the hardest thing is to love yourself. It’s hard when you see everything or everyone like they were perfect and you believed that while you look at yourself finding every flaw underneath your skin thinking that they were beyond fixing. It’s hard when you feel like everyone is all aware and you are in your bed under the piles of uncertainties, trying to figure out what the world has to tell you. What in the world are you made of? And you’ve got to understand that, you have to accept that and you have to love yourself. You have to know that it is okay. Darling, it’s okay not to get everything right. It’s fine if you didn’t perfect the exam or if you didn’t pass it sometimes. It’s okay if you can’t dance or can’t sing or can’t give the correct solution to a mathematical problem. It’s okay to have your plans fail. It’s alright not to be perfect. It’s alright. It’s alright. At the end of the day, when you get in your bed, you will look back at the things where you had the x-marks. You will then tell yourself, “Okay. So I got it wrong. Next time I’ll do better.” And that’s how it is. That’s where you start loving yourself, your imperfect self. Believing that the next time, no matter how uncertain it could be, maybe you will get it right.

Its alright, take your time (via gracesoriano)

Take your time

[gracesoriano-blog]

Metamorphosis is often the most struggling and daunting phase in life. It’s the most confusing ride with a lot of headaches and breakdowns; panic and hysteria. But child, carry on. It’s the process of building yourself. Everything that is meant to be you will be you.

Poems-stories-letters (via gracesoriano)

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[gracesoriano-blog]

And I could have done anything for you, everything for you; if you had just asked me, if you had just let me. This is how I wanted to love you— if you weren’t so afraid to lay your most precious heart to me. I could’ve gone through any cost for you.

Poems-stories-letters

[gracesoriano-blog]

Hero

I’ll be the hero of my own salvation. Im the soldier of my own battle.

[gracesoriano-blog]

Let us all be our own champion.

[gracesoriano-blog]

Hero

I'll be the hero of my own salvation. Im the soldier of my own battle.