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I don’t date a lot, and I take every relationship I’m in very serious. I have to see an actual future with the person I’m with otherwise what’s the point. Though Im finding that not many people have the same mindset.

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† S Λ C R Ξ D †

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“Writing is self-humiliation and self-betrayal, there’s something indignant about the very act. I write and it is, in a way, as if I am cheating on myself with myself. Poetry, for me, is a single moment. A moment in time. It is true, like that. It is false, like that. One can never put it on trial.”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a diary entry featured in Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay

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To my best and my worst “almost”, I’d rather you break my heart into a million pieces than let me believe over and over that there is something left between us. You told me you didn’t know what you wanted, what role you needed me to play. I think at that point it was pretty clear; whatever you want, it’s not with me. I won’t be here forever. Seven years from now, every cell in my body will be replaced from this moment. Seven years from now every fiber of my being will be pure from your touch and your words. Nothing will remain when we sever our ties, and I have made peace long ago that I will never be able to fix you, change you, or love you. You’ve made it impossible for me to do so. I’m sorry if you wanted to hold on just a little bit longer to the little space in limbo we carved for ourselves, safe from prying eyes and judgmental stares, but I’m sick of settling for just good enough. Someday I’m going to find someone who will promise me all the things you did, but they will deliver. Someday I’m going to have someone who makes me a priority. Someday I’m going be with someone who looks at me like I was made to live among the stars. I deserve nothing less than that, and hope that someday you can find a person like that too.

lukescheerios, writing prompt #67: write about an almost relationship, which broke your heart (via wnq-writers)

#this broke me #wow #this is toxic #we both know it but both pretend

onecrazywhiteboy

I still write to her and about her, so I can enjoy the lie one more time.

- onecrazywhiteboy

quotemadness

I get it now. I get it. The things that you hope for the most are the things that destroy you in the end.

John Green (via quotemadness)

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gangstersson

The control freak isn't in control anymore.

I am losing everything, including myself.

sempiternal-poet

A writers mind is very passionate, unstable and lonely. We’re expected to know how this world works; for example, the emotions that can influence our words are sometimes left unspoken. Instead of speaking, we write. Pour our hearts out onto paper, and sometimes even suffocate on the fluent language that swirls around inside of our brains. The lonely part is often shown around 2am when we have a hard time trying to turn our minds down. The thoughts speak louder than any sound, and it completely changes our perspective on the world we live in. We get in the mind set where we have no other options and soon our poetic words are gone. Most of us wonder why we were put on this damaged earth that tears us piece by piece in the late nights. And then just like that every single doubt vanishes and we wake up the next morning like nothing happened.

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