Better, Not Bitter @lovemehardcorekid - Tumblr Blog

Real love isn't very pretty and poetic like I thought it ought to be

I say sorry a lot. I know. Sorry. It’s because I really am sorry, for existing and for bothering you with the words I’ll never say out loud. I’m sorry for being rude all the time, I do not mean it that way. I’m sorry for saying sorry and saying sorry again for saying sorry. I’m sorry for taking a place I do not want but somehow got anyway. I’m sorry for always being the ‘she didn’t make it but she tried’. I’m sorry for disappointing my parents and I’m sorry to myself too. For hurting myself. I’m sorry for taking it out on myself. I’m sorry you’ve to put up with me.

I’m sorry for not being good enough. (via quaemutatio)

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carlytheprepster

wnq-writers

I want to know who you were before everything happened to you.

Maram Rimawi (via wnq-writers)

I mean I'm really over it but I would be lying if I said it didn't fuck with my head from time to time

perrfectly

There’s so much more to life than finding someone who will want you, or being sad over someone who doesn’t. There’s a lot of wonderful time to be spent discovering yourself without hoping someone will fall in love with you along the way, and it doesn’t need to be painful or empty. You need to fill yourself up with love. Not anyone else. Become a whole being on your own. Go on adventures, fall asleep in the woods with friends, wander around the city at night, sit in a coffee shop on your own, write on bathroom stalls, leave notes in library books, dress up for yourself, give to others, smile a lot. Do all things with love, but don’t romanticize life like you can’t survive without it. Live for yourself and be happy on your own. It isn’t any less beautiful, I promise.

Emery Allen (via perrfectly)