sweet catastrophe

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[wnq-writers]

Don’t Let her Fall for you Please don’t let her fall for you. Don’t let her heart swell at the sound of your laugh or the taste of your lips. Don’t let her familiarize your features from every freckle or spot to every beauty mark. Don’t let her fall in deep, so deep that she won’t be able to get out. Don’t let her body remember your caresses or kisses. Don’t let her fingers memorize the touch of your skin or texture of your hair. Don’t let her fall for you. Don’t let her get used to sleepless nights tangled up in bedsheets screaming each others names. Don’t let her get used to your scent, to the point where all she smells is you. Don’t let her memorize the exact shade of your eyes, till it’s her favourite colour. Don’t let her mind and body get comfortable with you. Don’t invade her mind, where all she thinks about is you. Don’t let her fall for you, just because it’s cute. Don’t let her fall for you because your empty and need something for the pain. Don’t let fall for you if you won’t ever love her how she’ll love you. Because when the day comes, where she wakes up and you’ve erased yourself from her life. You’ll ruin her, break her, destroy her where no one will be able to put her back together. Her mind will only think of you and her heart will never forget you. She’ll try her best to get rid of you. Burn the pictures you took and the clothes you left. All the things you bought her will be thrown away. Her mind will never let her forget so she drinks. She try’s her best to forget you like you never existed. But nothing works, she takes shot after shot, drinks beer after beer, and soon the bottles of wine add up to the amount of days you’ve been gone. But she’ll never forget. Every day the image of you will pour in her head, all your memories spewing like vomit. She’ll have no control and all she do is cry. An ocean of tears will come out her eyes. They’ll pour down her face and drip on her thighs. Your unforgettable scent making things worse. She’ll try to play music again but the piano keys and guitar strings feel different after her fingers have memorized you.

quotes-134  (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

I wrote letter to all those who I loved who ended up hurting me. I was never going to actually send them but I just needed to say goodbye to. I read them once I was done and decided to burn them. They were bitter and full of anger. Then I realized, it was anger and not pain. The pain was now minimised and I felt wronged and decided against burning them. My anger is valid. I don’t always have to be sweet and kind. In actions I am always polite but please don’t take my words away from me. In words I can be whoever I want to be.

creatingnikki  (via wordsnquotes)

[thelovejournals]

And I learned ‘You deserve better’ was sometimes no more than a synonym for ‘I don’t want to hurt you, and I want you to be happy, but I don’t love you anymore.

Beau Taplin, You Deserve Better (via thelovejournals)

[wnq-writers]

Eventually, you will leave me. And I am aware of that. I know there’s a possibility that I will wake up one morning without any trace of you on my bed. I will no longer feel your chest, your skin and your warmth. I know there’s a possibility that I will no longer hear your voice over the phone again, your stories and even your whispers at night. I know there’s a possibility that one of these days you will get tired of holding my hand, kissing my cheeks, understanding my mood and wiping all of my tears away. I know there’s a possibility that one of these days I will start counting my years again because you will fade slowly. I know, there’s a possibility that the smile I gave to you will disappear and be replaced with a new one. All of these things might happen - maybe tomorrow, the next day or even next week. I am aware of that. But before the skies take me away from you, let me say that I’m grateful that I have met someone like you. I’m glad that all of these things happened.

baekebyan (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

I want to help you, I want to help you see all the beautiful things this world has to offer. I want to help you love again. Love yourself and love every single thing around you. I want you to become so full with love that there isn’t time ever to be mean or negative. I want to show you what this world has to offer. I want you to see yourself through my eyes and understand why I’m so loving. I want you to see all of you and your potential, the things you don’t see in yourself. You have the kindest heart.. But also you have this wall up that keeps you from opening up your heart. I believe over the years you have this part of your heart that is just frozen.. That you keep freezing as the years go on.. It’s like you’re so scared of something and it’s really starting to make you cold. I want to show you that it’s okay to thaw out.. To open up your heart. To become vulnerable again. To be silly and in love again. Not even just in love with love. But opening up your heart to be in love with the world. Once you open your heart up, you’ll see a change in your life. You’ll see that you’re more patient. You’ll see how you’re doing stuff out of the kindness of your heart. You’ll open up your heart and become the person you’re meant to be. Take my hand, trust in me and see where we can take this life together. Love & love hard. Life’s too short for anything less.

coubalgirl10  (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-anonymous]

You have to accept that some chapters in our lives have to close without closure. There’s no point in losing yourself by trying to fix what’s meant to stay broken.

Anonymous (via wnq-anonymous)

[wnq-writers]

I think what I miss the most are those beautiful silences on the phone where neither of us were able to say goodbye.

danielantonnyc, missing  (via wnq-writers)

[fixx-me-pleasee]

“When he says He doesn’t love you anymore, Roll your shoulders back And look him in the eye Even when it feels like your ribs Are breaking inward, like spider legs. When he digs up old aches That he swore he forgave you for, Smile. And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner. Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper Running all the way up your throat to your mouth. When he blames you For mistakes that wear his face, Do not scream. Do not cry. Tell him that there are boys Who would be proud to say they’d loved you. Tell him that in two years You won’t even remember his name. And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie. When he leaves Ignore the howling in your blood And do not get up after him. Not even to lock the door. Do not, do not, Do not. Smell his shirts when you box them up To give them back. Not one. Swear off dating when you realize You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile. It’s okay to cry over him. It’s even okay to forgive him. But do not go back to him. If he did not know how to love you the first time, He won’t know how to do it the next.”

one of my favorite quotes || not mines || (via fixx-me-pleasee)

[wordsnquotes]

Perhaps too much of everything is as bad as too little.

Edna Ferber (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

Falling love in love with another human Is beautiful and terrifying at the same time. Giving one person the ability to break your heart with a few words or actions. Letting them see the darkness you try so hard to hide from the rest of the world. They could become your best friend, or your worst enemy. Yet you become a slave to your own heart and you make them a part of your Daily routine. Suddenly you know everything about them, from their favorite thing to eat and their favorite songs to listen to, to what they dream about at night. Sometimes we hurt them, and sometimes they hurt us. But at the end of the day there’s nobody else we would rather fall asleep next to, not knowing if we will get to wake up to them the next day.

mvndlynne (via wnq-writers) @magicaldancer05

[thelovejournals]

We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. And it isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems—the ones that make you truly who you are—that we’re ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. You’re looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: the right wrong person—someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, This is the problem I want to have.

Galway Kinnell  (via thelovejournals) @magicaldancer05

[thelovejournals]

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it — to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood  (via thelovejournals) @magicaldancer05

[wordsnquotes]

Swallow the tears back often enough and they’ll start feeling like acid dripping down your throat.

Tahereh Mafi, Destroy Me  (via wordsnquotes)

[quotemadness]

Maybe when people longed for a thing that bad the longing made them trust in anything that might give it to them.

Carson McCullers (via quotemadness)

[thelovejournals]

Sometimes you break your heart in the right way, if you know what I mean.

Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram (via thelovejournals)

[wnq-writers]

My love, I confess I’ve been impatient, longing for you constantly and rubbing the lonely cold spot on my bed. I selfishly hope to find you every time I leave this empty apartment, searching the faces of strangers for traces of your light. My mind wanders to a strange place where I imagine what you’re doing- are you cooking dinner, reading your favorite book, laughing with your friends? And then I miss you more, jealous of the strangers who get to spend time with you when those people could be me. But I know that I must wait until you’re ready, and I’ll keep writing these letters with the knowledge that one day you will read them. I’ll wait for you, whispering “I miss you” into half-empty wine bottles, because you aren’t here yet to share it with me. But one day you will be, darling. One day you will be.

Z.M., Letter #16 to you, wherever you are. (via wnq-writers) @magicaldancer05

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