[keepholdingon-and-letitbleed]

Me asustan los días como hoy...

Estos días en que siento que si volvieras lo dejaría todo por ti... Una vez más.

[pvrspectivee]

but that’s what sucks; what makes you happy, can also make you so sad to where your world feels like it’s crashing down on you all at once. but i guess that’s how you know it’s real. when the pain and the love weigh the same. and the sacrifices remain a symbol of pure intentions. no matter how much it would hurt, you would go through it because the feeling you have toward that person dominates the pain. it just matters on how and who you choose to go through everything with.

(via pvrspectivee)

[booksquoteslove]

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum (via booksquoteslove)

[keepholdingon-and-letitbleed]

Six months ago, or even last week, you were the only thing I saw in every photo or memory.  But now I see, these moments don’t have to be painful. You aren’t the only thing that matters. You aren’t as important or as vital as I believed you to be. I gave you far too much credit. You aren’t that fucking special.

I’m smiling in the photos without you, too.

[keepholdingon-and-letitbleed]

Déjalo que duela, pronto será un recuerdo más.

[keepholdingon-and-letitbleed]

“¿Y no pensaste que tal vez tú también tuvieras un poco de culpa? A lo mejor él te hería simplemente porque tú estabas siempre esperando que él te hiriese. Vivir eternamente a la defensiva no es, con toda seguridad, el método más eficaz para mejorar la convivencia”.

[keepholdingon-and-letitbleed]

Llega un punto en el que ya no esperas el mensaje de nadie.

Y también eres feliz.

Y es bonito.

Y está bien.

[teenagecrush]

[keepholdingon-and-letitbleed]

I ponder of something great, my lungs will fill and then deflate. They fill with fire, exhale desire.I know it's dire my time today.

I have these thoughts so often I ought to replace that slot with what I once bought, because somebody stole my car radio... And now I just sit in silence.

Sometimes quiet is violent.

I find it hard to hide it. My pride is no longer inside, it's on my sleeve. My skin will scream reminding me of who I killed inside my dream.

I hate this car that I'm driving, there's no hiding for me. I'm forced to deal with what I feel. There is no distraction to mask what is real...

I could pull the steering wheel.

I ponder of something terrifying, because this time there's no sound to hide behind. I find over the course of our human existence, one thing consists of consistence and it's that we're all battling fear.

Oh dear, I don't know if we know why we're here. Oh my, too deep.  Please stop thinking. I liked it better when my car had sound.

There are things we can do, but from the things that work, there are only two, and from the two that we choose to do, peace will win and fear will lose.There's faith and there's sleep, we need to pick one, please, because faith is to be awake, and to be awake is for us to think, and for us to think is to be alive. And I will try with every rhyme to come across like I am dying to let you know you need to try to think.

And now I just sit in silence And now I just sit... And now I just sit in silence

[keepholdingon-and-letitbleed]

Yo no era razón suficiente para que te quedaras,

y tú no eras la razón por la que yo dejaría de ser feliz.

[keepholdingon-and-letitbleed]

Que me empeño en quedarme donde ya no me quieren, ya lo sé...

[keepholdingon-and-letitbleed]

Y entendió que extrañaba los mensajes,

no al mensajero.

[animalsnaps]

[keepholdingon-and-letitbleed]

Get over.

Maybe we will really never get over some people. The new happenings in our lives just make them fade into the background, so it makes us think that we’ve already moved on.

[keepholdingon-and-letitbleed]

Maybe... Just maybe.

Maybe if every time you hurt her you saw what you did, you would understand. 

Maybe if you saw her crying on her bed, you’d think a little. 

Maybe if you saw her all alone blaming herself, you’d figure out. 

Maybe if you see through her fake smile she puts on for you, you’ll finally stop hurting her.

But you won’t. You’re too selfish to do that.

[breatheinpoetry]

You left her there. She gave you everything, and you took your hint of guilt and left behind a goodbye and a broken girl. And maybe it didn’t hit you at first. Sure, you slept while she stayed up. Your pillows didn’t stain with tears. Your showers didn’t end in sobs. Your stomach didn’t cave in every morning, your heart didn’t ache every breathe. But maybe you run into her months down the line. Maybe you hear of her new love, the news spilling across the floor like a new stain on the carpet she used to tread on. Maybe you meet her in a coffee shop, and she stopped cutting her hair, and it trails down her back like the past she left you behind in. And the heart ache isn’t hers anymore. Her smile reaches her eyes now and her laugh lights up the room. You forgot, didn’t you? You forgot the way she held you the night you couldn’t fall asleep. You forgot the way she covers her mouth when she laughs, the way she cups her hands over mugs to keep her fingers warm, the way her hands were always a little bit cold. You forgot the way it felt to know that despite all the flaws that ran through your veins there was someone there to kiss your forehead and brew you tea. Oh, but you’ll remember. And maybe if you’re lucky, you won’t be holding something fragile when you hear the news. Maybe if you’re lucky your heart will only ache for a fraction as long as hers did. Maybe if you’re lucky, she’ll pick up when you call. But even if she still has all the tenderness for you in the world, her voice is not the same. She doesn’t love you anymore. You lost her. You lost her. And you can’t ever get her back.

(via itz3ndya1226)

[bunlly]

“I’ll love you forever, Sid.” “You will?” “Yes. That’s the problem.”