Nadz

Inspiring author 💭

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"Its crazy how some people can't see what anxiety really means. People need to understand that anxiety is this storm of sadness making its way into your brain. Its destroy all this kind of hope and happiness you may have. It controls bad consumes you in every way, either its psychological or physical. You can't get rid of it or control it. Having anxiety isn't a choice, its a curse that is very very hard to heal. It takes time and a hell load of support. Its not like having a heartbreak and it last 3 months until you find someone, it's constantly having periods where you can't seem to be happy because you just can't. It stop you from having a normal life because it haunts every aspect of it. Its like having everything and everyone that once made you happy being ripped away from your hands, and now you have yo find someone or something else to do the job. If someone you love is going through it, try to understand and help them get better, not let them "get over it". "

Latenightdrunklovers

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One day they will pass by each other and she will see him once again like she did all these past weeks and months, at the same time and the same place. But that day, something will be different, that ache in her heart wont pain her like it did all these other times. This time she wont look back to hope to catch him do the same and end up disappointed. This time she wont have her heart racing because she hopes he will smile at her. This time she will stop waiting for that someone to do that something and learn to let it go. Not for him, or for her friends, or her family but for herself.

Latenightdrunklovers

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"Its fucked up how we realize we have more then we received when all you actually received is a load of bullshit that only rips you apart."

Latenightdrunklovers

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I hate the way you talk to me And the way you cut your hair I hate the way you drive my car I hate it when you stare I hate your big dumb combat boots And the way you read my mind I hate you so much that it makes me sick It even makes me rhyme I hate the way you’re always right I hate it when you lie I hate it when you make me laugh Even worse when you make me cry I hate the way you’re not around And the fact that you didn’t call But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all

10 things I hate about you

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"She says she hates goodbyes because goodbyes means leaving, and leaving means forgetting and forgetting means hurting. But goodbye also means hello, and hello means so much more then a simple definition"

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You seemed so interested. Could you tell me was it real or was it all in my head?

Tori Kelly, “All In My Head” (via wnq-music)

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I still care, I will always care. You don’t get to just leave my life. Even if you do physically but in my heart you are still there.

Latenightdrunklovers

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What we wish for, but will never witness

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That feeling when you miss someone so much not knowing if they miss you or even think of you at all.

Tenari Ioapo // Thoughts that kill you. (via words-she-will-never-say)

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I don’t want you to declare me you love me, I don’t want you to write me a poem or sing me a love song. All I want is for you to come up to me and apologize. All I need is an apology, a sincere one. I don’t want a text, I want words that can make my heart feel okay again. I want to be able to think of you as the man I thought you were. The man I trusted and when he held me, my heart knew he was right. But now I just look at you and see wrong. Make me believe in you again, make me smile at the view of you happy. All I’m asking is for an apology, something so simple but yet so complicated to give.

Latenightdrunklovers

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He was standing there, raindrops dripping from the wet hair. His face looked surprised however but all the same relieved to see her face. After the ignored texts and calls he thought he lost her. He opened his mouth to speak, words were exchanged, tears filled some eyes, voices were raised, unforgiven words were spoken and promises were made. He came to heal her heart to end up breaking his. He thought he lost her when he did the minute he decided to fuck up. He wanted to promise her to stay by her side forever but ended up promising to never be by her side again. He left still shaking from the cold water running down his skin. Entered his car and saw what was for the last time, the girl he deeply fell in love with, tears streaking down her eyes.

Latenightdrunklovers

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The rain was pouring outside, the sound of each drop was heard by a lonely soul hanging by herself in her living room. While the clouds were draining themselves, she was quietly reading a book about love. A love that she will never witness, a love that was happy and not realistic. She was constantly dreaming about it, the feeling of being loved. She envies the characters, how they could run after one another, fall for one another and trust one another. She had a passion for each word that was written that described the feeling of love. Such a foreign word in her mind. She never had the chance to feel it, to hold it. And while the ground was drowning in the infinite raindrops, she had yet to learn the key of finding a lover, was to love herself.

Latenightdrunklovers

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We aren’t replaceable, we all make an impact on someone’s life. If he thinks he can replace her, then he is wrong. He will never meet someone who had so much faith for him as she did. He left when she believed in him the most. He couldn’t replace her.

Latenightdrunklovers

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He broke my heart. He betrayed all the things I’ve spent weeks and months persuading people of. He did the one thing I kept telling people he wouldn’t do. He did the one thing I didn’t believe he would do to me. I thought I held his respect, but I didn’t. He didn’t choose me like I choose him. He didn’t feel these feelings like I felt them for him. He choose to leave me. That night, he made the decision and he didn’t think of hurting me. But he did, and he made me think that maybe I shouldn’t be so naive. I believe the facade he kept on showing, but not the one he was hiding. At least that’s what I think it is.

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The doors of his car slammed shut. She couldn’t help feeling as though she’d caged herself in with the only person she couldn’t stand being alone with. It was strangely quiet without the blaring music and screams of people trying to make themselves heard over the noise. For a second she considered turning on the music like she had done so many times in the past. Instead she put her clenched fingers into her lap. She could feel his eyes on her. “You wanted to talk.” “I did.” Drops of rain softly pelted against the windshield, outrunning the beating of her heart. He said nothing, just continued his mute staring, his fingers rapping against the steering wheel. Was he nervous? Annoyed? Irritated? She closed her eyes and inhaled. Slowly. Painfully. It had been a bad idea. This wasn’t going to change anything. It was nothing more than a foolish attempt at damage control. It was already over. “It’s just - I shouldn’t care what you think of me anymore, right?” The steady rhythm of his fingers stopped and the rain seemed to stop along with it. There was only silence, invincible and awful and all-consuming. “But I do care. I care what you think. I wonder what goes on in your head when you see me.” More silence. She cleared her throat and continued. “I wonder if you stop doing whatever it is you’re up to when you hear my name or if you also feel that twinge in the region of your chest like I do. I wonder all the time.” “Listen.” He looked apologetic and there was pity in the tilt of his chin and in the slow smile of his lips and it hurt to already see his answer on his face. “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. You mean the world to me, you still do, but I can’t love you. Not anymore.” She expected the impact of his words to hit her but the blow never came. They were no surprise. “It’s not love I want from you. Not anymore,” she echoed his words. And she meant them. A dull sound filled her ears but it wasn’t the rain or the feeble tapping of fingers. It was like her own blood was rushing in her head. “I want to be seen. I want you to see me. I don’t care if people ignore me or don’t pay attention. But I don’t want to turn into a stranger for you.” His eyes softened. He leaned in to turn on the music. Her fingers unclenched. It was a song they used to listen to, beautiful high notes and meaningful lyrics, a melody that was so much more than simple chords. “I see you. I’ve always seen you.” They listened to this song over and over and stared out into the downpour, not talking and not touching. Sometimes silence was all you needed. Sometimes it was enough.

I see you / n.j. an excerpt (via ninasdrafts)

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We were both selfish when we made the decision, and faith did her job and drowned us with guilt. The guilt of lying, hiding, running, loving and killing.