It's Gonna Hurt Because It Matters

[wordsnquotes]

The person you’re meant to be with will never have to be chased, begged or given an ultimatum.

Mandy Hale (via wnq-writers)

[inkskinned]

You’re good at finding the things that will hurt you and french-kissing them behind the boy’s locker room. When you were 12 your mother found you with scraped knees and asked why the hell you run to things when you’re so intent on falling down. It’s a good hurt if it bleeds and it’s the best hurt if it kills you. If you don’t want good things, nobody can take them from you so you take them from yourself, the art of denying, of choosing bad choice bad choice bad choice until you’re dizzy with victory because yeah maybe you ruined your life but it was your life to ruin and nobody not nobody is going to control you like that again. Who can hurt you when you’re already cutting the brake lines and setting fire to the engine. Who can hurt you when you’re practically an artist at self-destruction. Pain is clean. Pain makes sense. Pain is temporary. Isn’t it all temporary.

[goodreadss]

Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.

Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine (via goodreadss)

[inkskinned]

i think about the way that you hurt me and it sits inside of me like how glass pushes through plastic bags and it’s not even what you did it’s that i still love you regardless like how can i be so incredibly foolish

[thelovejournals]

she asked ‘you are in love what does love look like’ to which i replied ‘like everything i’ve ever lost come back to me’

Nayyirah Waheed (via wordsnquotes)

[nhude]

he told me I deserved the world but he never once tried to give it to me

something I should have realised a long time ago (via adrenaline)

[ginniemouse]

You owe yourself an apology. For cutting and pinching yourself just because you let those people define your worth. For getting drunk and wasted the other night just to get numb even just for a while. For starving yourself and caring only about that fucking numbers you see on the scale just so you can be qualified to society’s fucked up standards of beauty. For hating yourself and wishing to be someone else. And mostly, you owe yourself an apology. For the times you didn’t even hesitate to destruct it just so you can make others whole. You gave pieces of you which has only been taken for granted, thrown, and stepped on. You made yourself believe that love is supposed to be that way when it’s not. You drained and left nothing for yourself.

(via ginniemouse)

[holaitsliza]

How do you go back to being strangers with someone who has seen your soul?

L.R. (via holaitsliza)

x

(via schreaming)

[thelovejournals]

I think about you all the time, and have no one to talk to as only we can talk.

Allen Ginsberg, The Letters of Allen Ginsberg  (via thelovejournals)

x

(via schreaming)

[ffspunk]

you’ll get sick again because sick is what you know

[rosespell]

[hateuandfeelin]

and here you are living, despite it all.

rupi kaur “milk and honey” (via shes-different)

[tear-soaked-paper]

[conceptualsolitude]

i have seen the future and you are in it

[inkskinned]

I’m telling myself it’s okay. I loved you with my everything and you just needed something different than I could put together. I’m saying I was a building sandcastles kind of person and you always asked why I bothered when it was going to wash away. I think we did our best. I’m saying I know she’ll be better than me in the end but I tried so hard I broke myself for it. That’s what I’ve been saying to myself, I guess: at least you tried. It’s just that you needed something different.

[awildchase]

He forgot me, and I couldn’t forget.

- jenn satsune (via ohsatsune)

[blossomfully]

I hope we see each other again in a couple of years. When we’ve both had time to grow. I hope, by then, we’ll have learned that forgiveness is the best antidote to regret. And I hope we’ll have learned to forgive ourselves in that process.

Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)