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It's my 8 year anniversary on Tumblr š„³
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what kills me most is how i believed you when you told me the stars would never stop shining for us
Excerpt from a book I will never write #1283 (via excerptsofstories)
it was truly tragic actually. because he was scared to love again after his heart was broken. and she was scared to love at all, believing no one could feel that way about her. so they paced around the problem, let the silence grow louder. and then one day they were nothing at all. just two souls who loved each other, but were far too scared to be together.
Excerpt from a book I will never write #1279 (via excerptsofstories)
I didnāt want us to get hurt. I think thatās why I held back. And then yesterday after we hung out, you told me you were fine with the things I couldnāt offer in a relationship, and you were fine with the things I told you I had to focus on first. You almost got me to give in. And I was explaining once again why I was holding back, but I was also so close to saying letās do it. And then you blocked me. And now I canāt talk to you anymore. My heart hurts just a little right now.
Excerpt from a book I will never write #1276 (via excerptsofstories)
Why did you kiss my forehead so many times? Why did you hold me close on warm summer nights when we both were dying under the heat from each other? Why did you tell me you loved waking up to me next to you in the morning? Why did you seem jealous when the possibility of me seeing other people became an option? Why did you tell me you thought my mind was beautiful? Why did you tell me you thought I was beautiful? Why did you let me fucking leave? Why did you tell me you wanted to go away somewhere far away with me and see the world? Why did you tell me about that dream you had of us together only to later pretend that it had never happened? Why did you tell me you missed me after one weekend away from each other? Why did you hold my hand with such genuine softness?
questions i will probably never get answers to (via februaryfears)
Suddenly, it becomes too much and you just break. You become numb to the world around you, people pass you by, they speak to you but you canāt hear them. You can only feel the numbing pain of emptiness. You see the world moving around you but youāre not moving with it, you just blend in to the background, unimportant, forgotten. It all becomes too much, you donāt know how to live a normal life anymore, you canāt take it, you finally give up, and the world around you turns to dust.
Excerpt from a book I will never write #1254 (via excerptsofstories)
āHow are you doing?ā He knows he shouldnāt have asked that and yet this question kept him up at night for a certain auburn haired girl. āDo not me ask that question.ā She replied, tears seemingly falling down her now plain cheeks that had once been pink due to her constant happy state. And just as he began to ask her why, she replied with a sudden fire in her eyes, āYou canāt ask how a person is doing after tearing them apart, you have no right.ā
Excerpt from a book I will never write #1259 (via excerptsofstories)
So who do you run to when your crying that peircing cry, that cry that is loud and sharp, and hurts like hell. What do you do when that cry comes, when the screams mix with the tears, and it all becomes cold. When the pain is so intense, that the only way it can crawl out of you is through those deafening cries. And when your hands are shaking so bad, what are they struggling to type; and for gods sake, who is it that you ran to.
Excerpt from a book I will never write #1260 // i ran to you, best friend, but you were always too busy (via excerptsofstories)
They say that I should try to move on since youāre the one who pushed me away. I just need to forget about you. Theyāre probably right however my mind cannot comprehend how one could be capable of forgetting someone who happens to be all youāve ever known? Trying to forget you would be like trying to unlearn the language I speak most fluently. An impossible task. So here I am still rooting for you to change your mind and for it to be you and me in the end.
Excerpt from a book I will never write #1264 //Ā @sharon_hb on Instagram (via excerptsofstories)
The truth is, youāre torturing me. The burning ache in my chest is the same when Iām lying in bed alone as it is when Iām swallowing vodka in the backseat of a crowded car with the music blasting, and no matter where I am or who Iām with I can still feel the weight you left in my heart. And though I am usually quite the optimist, I know that it is going to be nearly impossible to lift myself up from this.
Excerpt from a book I will never write #1273 (via excerptsofstories)
Clear your mind here
They say a person needs just three things to be truly happy in this world: someone to love, something to do, and something to hope for.
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You touched my body and stole my heart. Now, with out you here the only warm thing around is the tears i shed over our forgotten love.
Excerpt from a book I will never write #1274 (via excerptsofstories)
Iāve lost all of my energy, but no one else understands that. That my mind is running with thoughts and wants constantly, but my body just wants to stay at rest. Iām so drained; there are times when sitting up feels like too much, when the world just feels like too much. But no one understands that. They just tell me Iām lazy. But they donāt know, they donāt know that I donāt want to be like this ā that I want to do so much more than lie down.
Excerpt from a book I will never write #1272 //Ā @listlesslylistening (via excerptsofstories)