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¿Qué es lo que estoy sintiendo? Ni siquiera puedo identificar si es miedo, frustración o desesperanza, ¿Es tristeza? ¿Es depresión? ¿Es desilusión? ¿Qué está pasando? No sé que hacer con todo lo que siento, me esta afectando en su totalidad, estoy arruinando las cosas, me quiero ir. ¿Ir a dónde? ¿Huir? ¿A qué te refieres? ¿No volver? ¿Cómo lo haría? ¿Dormir? ¿Por qué quieres dormir? Dormir no arreglará los problemas.

Nadie entiende lo que quiero decir. Nadie sabe lo que quiero hacer, yo tampoco lo sé, ¿Qué quiero? ¿Qué quieren de mi? Es como si estuviese flotando en el vacío, en el espacio, en el limbo, ¿Cuál es mi propósito? ¿Cuál es la misión? ¿Me quedo o me voy?

Yuukihiro

once-upon-a-mistress

I would’ve done anything for you. I would still do anything for you.

— just say the word // a.m.m, 12:30pm

writingplayingliving

“It is a strange thing; to know that I loved you, so completely, so absolutely.

That I carried the weight of my love for you like a boulder in my chest.

That I longed for you, every day and every night.

And yet, it just wasn’t enough.”

I needed you like I needed to breathe.

town-lights

“Don’t act like I didn’t fight for you. I did. Hard. For a long time. So please, forgive me if now that we’re over, I’m exhausted.”

— Blair Waldorf, Gossip Girl

once-upon-a-mistress

You said you never wanted to see me get hurt but you ended up being the one who hurt me in the end

— you broke all of your promises // a.m.m, 3:37am

nikitaagupta

“I know you do these little things for me that simply go unnoticed, not always but sometimes. I know how often you eat what I like simply because I am having a bad day. I know how often you cancel your plans with your friends simply because I want to see you. I know how often you try to do things to make me smile because thats your favourite thing in the world. I know how often you call me, just to check up on me because i’m stressed out. I know how often you hold my hand so that I don’t bite my nails. I know how often you start kissing me because I’m about to cry. I know how often you tell me you love me because you know if you don’t, i might just start to overthink about every little thing. I know how often you try not to fight with me, even though everything I do makes you mad. I know how often you hold my hand while crossing the road because you’re scared that someone might run over me. I know how often you do these little things for me and I know I don’t tell you this often but each one of those little things makes me smile a little more and makes my day a little better. I know you do these little things for me that simply go unnoticed, not always but sometimes.”

— //nikitagupta

celestialchimchim-blog

“I hope you remember me. I hope you see something that reminds you of me. And I hope you smile and remember the memories we created together. And I hope your throat tighens up and it finally hits you. You never should have let me go.”

-But you did it anyways.

depressedbarbie

extramadness

studyblr

picture it now. the life you want to have. the smells, the colors, the people. the smiles and the accomplishments. where you’ll live, where you’ll relax, where you’ll study or meet new people or just discover. allow yourself to dream, and aim high. disappointment is a part of life, and whenever someone succeeded, they allowed themselves to dream, to expect, and then to fail. and then try all over again, until it worked out.