Love More to be Loved Less

Trigger Warning. I do not promote self harm or any other disorders. A place for the broken and what feelings they have left❤️ \

[books-n-quotes]

“When life sucks, throw yourself into art.”

— Monica Drake, Clown Girl (via books-n-quotes)

[poems-and-word]

[camtrouvaille]

Sometimes it’s too much.

It’s like every ending that’s ever happened in my life being shoved down my throat, and it’s so excruciatingly painful. It’s almost unbearable. And I’m not one to feel powerless but I swear tonight it’s like I am 10 again. It’s like my mom just left my dad and I had to tell him goodbye for the 100th time. Like I’m in a foreign place where I do not belong, but cannot escape. And silent tears are streaming down my face and I just want to go home, but I don’t have a damned clue where that is anymore. Because it used to be a person and now it’s nothing. It’s an emptiness so bitter that it slowly eats away at me.

-C.C. Because he took everything 6 months ago, when he made leaving me look like the easiest thing in the world.

[pdmori]

[mrgirl]

[a-motherly-ray-of-sunshine-deac]

[letsmakeitwritee]

[letsmakeitwritee]

me: damn i’m feeling rlly lonely

my messed up brain: isolate urself

me: yup good idea

[oldaerivaille]

[booksquoteslife]

[perfectyoungloveblog]

He didn’t light my soul on fire and he never sent shivers down my spine. His kiss did not scorch my skin or leave me frozen in place He was steady; warm. A perfect balance of fire and ice. He was always just far enough away to make me want more and close enough to never want to leave.  With him, everything was exciting and uncertain. And there are some nights I wish he gave me more and other days I was thankful he never did.

Excerpts from a book I’ll never write # (via perfectyoungloveblog)

[wordsnquotes]

Travel and tell no one, live a true love story and tell no one, live happily and tell no one, people ruin beautiful things.

Khalil Gibran (via wordsnquotes)

[perfectyoungloveblog]

You love like a bird without wings because you have the ablitiy to fly, yet you choose not to. You have a heart of gold, yet you do not love yourself. And I can’t help but think, who taught you to love like that?

[deathsure]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

And I wanted nothing. Simply to disappear. Silence, muteness. I didn’t know why.

Szilárd Borbély, from Berlin-Hamlet: Poems; “Invalidenstrasse,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[vicforprez]

[poisoned-words]

And somewhere along the way you fell in love with the boy who’s words cut like knives, and you tried to convince yourself that you were different, that you weren’t just another girl on his long list of achievements. So somewhere along the way you figured if you gave him everything, he would be yours. So you give yourself up and pretend it was an easy decision to make because he has to fall in love with you afterwards right? Wrong. He will take everything you have and then he will leave. He won’t fucking look back. You weren’t different and there was no hurt behind his eyes like you swore there was. It was all lies and sweet talk and more fucking lies. And the worst part is you fell for it. You fucking fell like the leaves in autumn and he fucking left like the birds in winter

(via poisoned-words)