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[m0ve-0n]

Wenn ich weg wär'

Würd' ich dir dann gehören?

Wär' ich mehr wert

Wenn du mich nie wieder hörst?

Würdest du mich endlich lieben?

Kannst du mich nur einmal lieben?

Und ich will das nicht glauben, das ist nicht passiert

Hör' dich immer noch sagen, dass wir uns nicht verlieren

Wollt' nicht wissen, wie man sterben kann

Wieso fühlt sich das wie Sterben an?

[m0ve-0n]

The answer.

And finally he didn’t replied to my last message

And I didn’t send again

We just disappear from each others worlds

I used to want to find an answer

But now I realized

there is no need for me to ask

Because when I look back

Every detail is actually

the answer.

[m0ve-0n]

Tell your kids about me

I hope that when you’re older

and your hair is begin to grey

when you’ve built your life

found your happiness

Your child asks about me one day

I know that you’ll be stunned

But let out a soft smile

I hope that you’ll ask them to take a seat

Cause you’ll be talking for a while

It was never a thought in my head

That we would be sharing our love story alone

I always thought those kids would be ours

But I guess the future is unknown

Please tell them how much I loved you

Share our memories

Give them advise

Tell them about the choices you made

It’ll make you wonder if it was worth the price

Be honest with them about what happened

Please don’t tell them we endet fine

Your first love just not your last love

But maybe we will work out in another lifetime

[muppethole-deactivated20240312]

growth is pausing as i go to open twitter and thinking "actually we don't need to do that"

[muppethole-deactivated20240312]

the difference is that twitter is like being actively hit in the head with hammers, whereas logging on to tumblr is like being a given a hammer and expected to hit my own head with it. which i do.

[perfectquote]

“Be a good person, but don’t waste time to prove it.”

— Unknown

[m0ve-0n]

I’ve never met anyone else like you, and I don’t think I ever will. I’m not saying that because it’s cliché, I’m saying that because no one has ever moved me the way that you do.

[marvel-and-depression]

I showed so many signs and never understood why no one saw I was struggling

What I didn’t realize was that no one ever actually cared.

[m0ve-0n]

I am thankful to my ex

The night you left was the day when I lost my mind and cried for the whole night. I never felt alone and that much pain. I literally felt anger burning me and making me crazy.I wanted to ask you thousand questions.There were so many mixed feelings.One thing didn’t change.Even after the pain, I was still loving you.I hated this feeling.Whenever I closed my eyes, you used to be there. I didn’t want to see you. I wanted to hate you.I wanted to get over from you.In the end of the day, I missed your voice and laughs. 

Nobody knows how many nights, I cried for you.Nobody knows how many times, I locked myself in the washroom.Nobody knows how many times, I tried to call you.Nobody knows how much I missed you and loved you.

Each day felt so heavy and painful. Everyday I had to tell myself for not wanting you again.I was fighting so many battles.I used to shout and anger was burning me.It kept on happening.

I became alone and I was understanding myself.I fought back with the pain.My life was filled with insecurities and doubts.I took my ass off and started working hard for the life I want to life.I worked each and every day.Maybe, you left me because of money so I started pushing my limits and worked day & night to achieve it.I was under confident.I never took a single day break. I sacrificed my sleep to work on my goals.

After months of hard work, I started seeing the results. And that was the point where I found myself again.I felt confident and powerful for the first time.It forced me to do much better.I again started working hard. I got addicted to my hard work.It kept on happening and one day you stopped hurting me.Everything stopped.Past stopped haunting me.Memories stopped affecting me.I feel so grateful that because of my ex, I achieved impossible in my life.Pain really makes you grow.It transforms you into something unbelievable.

[m0ve-0n]

I dreamt of you tonight. It was a sweet dream. We made up after a fight and that too without screaming at each other. It felt comfortable, warm, homely but most importantly, it felt familiar. Like a feeling I have felt several times before, but only with you. Yet when I woke, it was nothing but painful. Because you and I aren’t real. We’re merely a concept based on my idea of love. You’re not here and I have no home. And yet, I dreamt of you tonight.

[womackave]

“You'll remember the words they spoke, the way they touched you, kissed you, pulled you close- the scar they left will always be there, but gone will be the heartbreak and bitterness but instead forgiveness, growth, and a quiet appreciation for gaining what you had thought they took. So thank you.”

— past lovers from under covers

[sunsetico-deactivated20250705]

“‘do you think i’ll be strong enough not to go back with him?’, my best friend asks me. i’m about to answer but i stop and i start thinking; would i ever go back to a past lover? faster than light’s speed, my question is answered. yes. i would not be strong enough. i would choose them all over again. because that is what happens once you start loving someone: there is no end. you’ll be forever damned to have any sort of feelings for them. call this curse or love, i don’t know. i’m only sure about the fact that i will carry past lovers in my heart for the rest of eternity. ‘yes, you’ll be strong enough’, i finally answer.”

—

[wishing-for-deathx]

I always made love to him, but he never made love to me. I let him use me because some of him was better than none of him. I let this happen.

Can’t go around complaining like I’m the victim.

[pessimisticandrealistic]

“To everyone wondering if they will ever move on. Yes, you will. It will take you some time. By ‘some time’ I mean a long time. It won’t be easy. In fact, it will probably be the hardest thing you’ll have to go through. Moving on is messy. It is either being too happy or too sad at 3am. It is laughing till your stomach aches, or crying till there are no more tears to be cried and you just feel dead inside. Moving on is the shaking of your hands and the breaking of your voice when you realise that there will never be a them and you again. Moving on is wondering what you did wrong and why you just weren’t good enough for them. Moving on also means eating less and drinking more alcohol than you should. It also means stopping everything that you’re doing and thinking about them. Actually, you will think about them a lot. You will see their favourite restaurant and you will think of them. You will hear their favourite song and you will think of them. You will look at your coffee and the shade of brown will resemble the colour of their eyes. At one point they will be all you think about. It starts the moment you wake up and never ends because even in your dreams they will be haunting you. But one day you will wake up and you will feel okay. The next day you will feel more than just okay, you will be fine. You will think of them still, yes. But it’s going to be a different kind of thinking. It will be a “wherever they are, I hope that they are fine and happy” kind of thinking. You will have moved on. You will have survived this hell. You will slowly but surely forget them more and more each day, and forgetting will never have felt that sweet. But you have to let yourself hurt before you can heal, remember. To everyone wondering if they will ever move on, you will.”

— e.s. // to everyone wondering if they will ever move on.

[m0ve-0n]

They walked out on you, huh? Gave up on you? Probably got you questioning your worth now. Yeah, I know, But let me give you this analogy. Imagine someone walking into a store, right? They walk into that store and they see something they like. They proceed to grab that item, Look at it, Admire it, Maybe even try it on. They fall in love with it, But then they look at the the price tag And realise it’s too expensive, So they put it back and go about their day. Now just because that person couldn’t afford the price on that tag does not mean it change the value in the item. Stop allowing people who cannot afford the price of your worth To change the value of it. Let me repeat that. Stop allowing people who cannot afford the price of your worth Change the value in it. You are worth it You deserve more And I promise you, Somebody will come along the way And will be able to afford and appreciate you.

[africaninnewzealand]

“If you have a problem and you have to tell more than three people you’re looking for attention”

— Naomi Campbell 

[itallstartedwithakiss]

Take a lover who gets your strange sense of humour and feels your music. Someone who celebrates your weirdness and adores your creative chaos. Someone who doesn't look at you like you're crazy when you're talking. Someone with eyes to see past your body and straight to the heart of what you are.

Brooke Hampton

[honigimohr]

“She’s the type of girl that can be so hurt but can still look at you and smile”

— Marilyn Monroe