There's simply no eloquent or beautiful way to say it, my dear. Unrequited love blows.

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There's simply no eloquent or beautiful way to say it, my dear. Unrequited love blows.
I don't believe in "forever alone"..
YOU are the only one who can condemn yourself to an eternity alone. So don't.
EVERYTHING LOVE
Do you ever feel emotions so deep, overwhelming, brilliant, and devastating that you wonder if you are the only human on this earth who has ever felt this way? Do you ever think that maybe others feel this way too, or maybe-and more likely-youâre just crazy? Do you ever wonder if other people are just putting on an extravagant act or if they are really able to just turn off their feelings, and stuff them away in some dusty, quiet corner of their heart? Because my feelings donât have an OFF/ON switch, they are always present, which is tragic and beautiful at the same time. Do you ever wonder if you are alone in feeling this? Because I do, all of the time.
âJust because someone desires you, does not mean that they value you.â Read it over. Again. Let those words resonate in your mind.
: Â (via mes-anthologies)
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The thing is, no matter how many times I get my hopes up only to have them shattered, no matter how many times I am used or led on or taken advantage of, no matter how many times I give the world to someone else only for them to walk away, no matter how many times I am hurt beyond words.. I still have this stubborn and relentless, almost unbreakable hope that the right thing will happen when itâs meant to happen. That the right person is still out there. That my refusal to give up hope and my positive outlook on this world and the people in it will be rewarded. That I will find someone who cares about me and wants me just as much as I care about them and want them. That love will find a way. Whether this makes this makes me exceptionally optimistic, foolish, delusional, admirable, hopeful, completely idiotic or maybe a little bit of all of the above, I do not know.
You know what the problem is? You buy things and then you keep them clean. You take care of them. Keep them in a special pocket. Away from keys and coins. Away from other things that should be kept clean and taken care of as well. Then they get scratched by accident. And scratched again. And again. And again. And again. Soon, you donât care about them anymore. You donât keep them in a special pocket. You throw them in the bag with everything else. Theyâve surpassed their form and become nothing but function. People are like that. You meet them and keep them clean. In a special pocket. And then you start to scratch them. Not on purpose. Sometimes you just drop them by accident or forget which pocket theyâre in. But after the first scratch, itâs all downhill from there. You see past their form. They become function. They are a use, nothing more.
Intentional Dissonance (via classic-audacity)
It was the way you said, âI have something to tell you.â I could feel the magic drain from the room.
She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, like when youâre swimming and you want to put your feet down on something solid, but the waterâs deeper than you think and thereâs nothing there.
Julia Gregson, East of the Sun (via tuileries)