i hope that someday when i am gone, someone, somewhere, picks my soul up off these pages and thinks, “I would have loved her.”

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@heartstringsandbrokenthings
i hope that someday when i am gone, someone, somewhere, picks my soul up off these pages and thinks, “I would have loved her.”
And if he breaks your heart
Like lovers do
Just know that
I’ll be waiting here for you
I can erase everything,
Start a whole new life.
A whole new everything.
But how do I erase all the parts of you that are inside me?
Every part of me that is yours?
I’d have to erase myself to erase you.
S //
these people only raise you to cage you
no matter how obsessed you’ve been with your own vanishing, there will always be someone who still wants you whole
i didn’t know
how badly,
i wanted someone
to look at me that way,
until you did,
you saw right through
into the centre of me,
like you knew my soul
from the very first second,
you were the last thing
that i ever saw coming
— S
grief is love with nowhere to go
We went from skin to skin to you never want to see me again
you’ve ruined me for anyone else
i hate you for loving me
Susan Abulhawa, from Against the Loveless World: A Novel
[Text ID: “I knew that, despite everything, I was loved. I was loved hard. At once and forever against the loveless world.”]
All I need is for someone to gently cup my face and tell me I'm not as doomed as I feel.
…and then i get so lonely for you i feel sick.
you collect scars because you want proof that you are paying for whatever sins you’ve committed.
"tum chaaho to phir bichhad jaana,
mujhe tum bas pehle jaisa kar do"
- Wajid Shaikh
did he really love me, or did I love him enough to pretend that he loved me as much as I loved him?
i need a life that isn’t just about needing to escape my life