WHY IS EVERYTHING SO DIFFICULT @lifeishardandterrible - Tumblr Blog

I know things are over. I still think of you though, and the time we spent together - even when I know I shouldn’t, but I think we might’ve been happy. It was messed up and flawed, we were far from perfect, but for a little while there we were really happy. Things just got messed up, and we couldn’t pull through. I wouldn’t go back. I know I can’t, but I don’t think we ever realized that we made each other really happy until it was over.

11anothergirl11

“We don’t talk anymore, yet I still find myself thinking of you. They told me you were no good. That you were toxic for me. But I can’t seem to scratch my feelings for you. I know you no longer think of me but honey, I never stopped thinking about you.”

— A.d.c

11anothergirl11

I prefer rainfall over

sunshine and maybe

that explains why I’d

choose you over

anyone else

Unknown

11anothergirl11

“And he left. I watched him walk out, he didn’t say goodbye and he didn’t even look back. And it scared me, how easy it was for him to do that.”

— Unknown

hangingontothosewords

At the end of the day you’re going to wish you had more time. So stop spending your days upset and either fix the problem or let them go.

-A.d.c

schwierigephase

Ich hätte für dich jede Kugel abgefangen, doch ich habe erst jetzt gemerkt, dass du derjenige warst der die Waffe hielt.

schwierigephase

“Es scheint die härteste Sache der Welt zu sein, aber du musst den Jungen vergessen der dich vergessen hat.”

— Wie ein einziger Tag (via honigimohr)

depressito

i’m in my 20s and i have no idea what i’m doing with my life

yasputa

I stopped sending paragraphs, stopped begging, I stopped telling people how to treat me, and started walking away, blocking, and distancing myself. Life may be lonely, but it’s becoming peaceful. Sometimes being alone in life is better than being surrounded by halfass people.

wortliebe

“Verliebe dich in jemanden, der nie müde wird, dich vor deinem eigenen Chaos zu retten.”

wortliebe

„Finde jemanden, der auf dich aufpasst. Der mit seinen Fingern über jede deiner Narben fährt und fragt, woher jede einzelne kommt. Finde jemanden, der weiß, wie du deinen Kaffee magst; welcher Song dich dazu bringt, das Fenster herunterzumachen und auf das Gaspedal zu treten. Finde jemanden, der deine kleinsten Details aufnimmt; der die Dinge bemerkt, von denen du dachtest, dass sie niemand jemals bemerken würde. Und dann, wenn du diesen jemand findest, sei auch sein jemand.“

- A paragraph about falling in love