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Maybe my hands weren’t meant to hold yours, even if my heart refused to let go. As if a flower still grows and appears in the middle— in a crack of a concrete road.
ma.c.a // Sharp Edges and Soft Touches (via vomitingwords)
I fell in love with you, but you don’t love me back. I don’t know what to do anymore. I live for you. Every morning I wake up, for you. I laugh for you, I smile for you, I do my best, for you. But I guess everything I did, for you, wasn’t good enough. Now I have two choices, I can give up and have my love for you die with me, or I can try harder to make you find some interest in me. Right now, one of those choices is more appealing than the other.
- i’m thinking i should just give up (via heavyxdirtysoul)
I think the saddest moment is the crack you hear in someone’s voice when they are talking about something very upsetting but trying to be strong. Courage is underrated.
It’s not weak to stand by the person you love when they’re trying to fix a big mistake, and it’s not weak to decide to put yourself first.
Sylvia Day (via quotemadness)
I remember meeting you, on that cloudy day of August, knowing you were gonna be the one. you eventually let me go. I remember a year later, seeing you on that foggy September day, seeing you with her. Every bone in my body ached. You teared me apart. Seeing how happy you are with her, how much you love her. Then I remember how you don’t care about me anymore, and I never will matter to you.
Excerpt from a book I will never write #996 (via excerptsofstories)
You come to a point in your life where you really don’t care what people think about you, you just care what you think about yourself
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