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A blog for the heartbroken xx
Recently I’ve been passing the days not living them.
(via sadnessismyhome)
There is a world in my dreams where you and I can still be together, where you and I can still learn to fix this mess
But in reality there is a world where you and I are to stubborn to admit that there’s something to be fixed (via 4ever-falling-down)
I’m so sorry for texting you five times a day. I’m so sorry for not texting you at all, because I feel like if you wanted to talk to me then you would’ve texted me first. I’m so sorry for believing that we could both change, and one day be right for each other. I’m so sorry that we’ve been a little under the weather. I’m so sorry that our love hasn’t seen the light of day in far too long, and I know some say “love conquers all”- and I’m sorry but maybe our love just isn’t that strong.
(via verst4ce)
Its okay. I have realised that nothing is permanent with you. You have no idea what you want. But it’s cool, I have low enough self esteem to let you walk all over me. I will be here waiting when you come back to break my heart again.
Things I will never say to you (via lonelymermaids)
I got my mother’s insanity and her trust issues and my father’s temper and his secretive ways. They never were the most stable people. Imagine what I’m like when I’m the two of them together as one person.
(via caylinrusso)
My friend sent me this last time I had a panic attack. “Try to breathe with this.” And it worked. So, sharing this.
This is incredibly helpful
You will fall in love with me. Then, just months later, you will fall out. I will pretend the entire time that I don’t know it’s coming.
(via im-sad-lets-have-sex)
Do you know how hard it is to say oh, were just friends when i want to scream i love you?
(via neuroticdream)
The flower doesn’t dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes.
Mark Nepo, The Book of Awakening (via heathersagirl)
You need to stop telling yourself that this time he will stay..
He’s not gonna stay (via avintageheartxo)
I hope we last. I hope we do. But if we don’t, this is how I want you to remember me: I want you to remember me curled up, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and tracing maps across your skin. Remember me laughing at your jokes, even the stupid ones. Remember me in hysterics for absolutely no reason and in tears because one time you made me so sad neither of us thought I’d recover. Remember me brave, that time you held my hand and I thought I was going to die; remember me scared and gentle and delicate and breakable - only for you though, only for you. Remember me happy, and all the ridiculous ways I tried to get your attention. Remember the way I was too stubborn to talk to you and how absolutely insane it drove the both of us. Remember all the firsts and how they were so delightful we went back for seconds and thirds and fourths. Remember the songs you couldn’t stop listening to and the childish dreams you allowed yourself about the future. If it’s any consolation I allowed myself to have them too. If it comes to it I don’t want you to remember the ending. Remember the beginning. Remember the first time you knew.
Remember our love. Okay? (via princess-sativa)
They swear they don't want to lose you, yet act like they don't want to keep you.
Call me baby, call me princess, call me angel. Buy me underwear and let me sit in your lap and treat me like a precious flower. Touch my thighs like you can’t get enough and kiss me like I’m air and you’re drowning
(via gudda)
I can’t lie and say it doesn’t hurtjust because I love someone else better than I loved you. Because oh, god, does it hurtthinking about how you fell in love with someonecompletely wrongand completely different than I am today andI know I’ll never get my eightieth second chance.Every poet writes about howyou have a new body in seven yearsbut that hurts, too,because I’ll have a body that you haven’t touchedor loved,and fuck, I loved the way you loved me.It hurts at nightwhen it feels like my heart is crawling its wayup my throatand my ribs crush inwardswith every breath because I remember you are aliveand realand you didn’t choose melike I would’ve chosen you. It hurts when I stay upknowing you never did spend a night thinking about melike I did about you.After as long as I knew you, I’d like to think I could guess these things about you,because you were the only one I wondered aboutand that hurts, too.But through all of that, it hurts mostthat you’ll never let me thank you for teaching meand loving me.I never apologized right; I selfishly apologizedthat I wasn’t good enough at love and that I was a shit person.Now, I’d apologize that I didn’t reciprocate the way you loved meand that I took for granted that you were everything I needed,and more.It hurts me to ever know that you did the bestand it took me until now to figure that all out.I’m sorry,because it hurts me to think about the pastand I wish we had a presentthat I could have done better in.
I wish you would read this (via rykerquinten)