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@hiraethborn
while i waited for the apology that never came, i was left with the reminders of you. the self doubt flooded my veins. i am forever stained by your words that were left by your dark soul. the kind words written by your tongue have left
A.R.B.
he said he was scared of commitment but he has tattoos all over his skin
The price of having a soft heart is feeling the world’s pain.
I want to be with someone who dreams of doing everything in life
And nothing on rainy Sunday afternoons
Atticus
I hope to arrive to my death late, in love, and a little drunk.
Atticus
There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice
F. Scott Fitzgerald
I hope you discover that love is both a feeling and an action, like light is both a particle and a wave.
Iain S. Thomas
If you were born with the curse of feeling things deeply you were also born with the blessing of knowing what’s truly worth your energy.
Juansen Dizon, Love note to the empath
it frightens me how ready i am to let myself go and surrender to you; and yet, i don't know if you would do the same for me.
“She’s going to sit alone. Right at that same table where she built it all. Her happiness, her courage, her perseverance, but most importantly, where she met all of her friends. Now it’s all crumbling down to her fingertips. She closes her eyes and tries to dream herself away into a reality where all of that still exsists, but she can’t. It’s all blank without the real thing… Without the real them. Complete nothingness. She can’t even remember their voices. Everything is fading away from her. And everytime, she blames herself for something that she couldn’t control. They’ve all left now; her friends. The girl lifts her head and stares at them. They’re all happy. They all prance around, discussing random topics she used to talk about with them all of the time. She even sees her crush holding hands with her best friend. They don’t even notice her. All of them go sit at their new table, completely forgetting about what once was. She weakly smiled as tears fell down her cheeks. Her heart ached for them. For someone. But she had no one. She put her head back down and waited for an escape. She pulled her sketchbook and poetry journal closer to her. They may only be objects, but they are all she has now. She pours her heart out crying. She couldn’t hold it in any longer. Her fears were reality, and she somehow had to stay strong in this. But how could she stay strong when she wasn’t going to be remembered by any of them? Was it all pointless to make memories in the first place? She just wanted to disappear. She then heard whispers all around her. It sounded like her friends, but that couldn’t be. She lifted her head up and rubbed her eyes. A boy with a pretend smile and a sympathetic gaze pulled me into a hug.
"You’re going to be okay, we’re all going to be okay. I promise.”
She cried into his chest until they all gathered around her and tackled her into a group hug.
Her friends.
They were here.
“I’m sorry for the mess I’ve created,” She shyly whispered, “haven’t you forgotten me, yet? I would’ve.”
“How could we forget about you?” A raven haired boy asked, “We’ve been right here the whole time.”
- Dreaming of Wolves//Vent
(I just… Sobbed while writing this.)
“Anyone who takes the time to be kind is beautiful.”
- Richelle E. Goodrich
Dear ex best friend,
I’ll always watch your stories, I’ll always like your photos, I’ll always read your tweets, I’ll always think randomly about all the amazing memories we have. Because once upon a time we we’re inseparable, attaches at the hip, always on FaceTime, always together. There’s always the “what if this never happened” and the “what could’ve beens” but everything happens for a reason. I’ll always watch the videos of us laughing uncontrollably, or look at the photos we took and think about how much fun we use to have. I miss you so much sometimes and the worst part is we walk past eachother as if we never met, as if we didn’t stay up til 4 am telling secrets or have a million inside jokes... I’ll always thank you for being my first long term best friends... all i have left is the memories I will never forget
Sincerely
Your ex best friend
“Tears are the liquid form of a broken heart
Hold them in and they’ll tear you apart
Letting them go can hurt just as bad
Because once they’re gone
You realize they’re all you ever had”
D.E