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Everyone has a bad day. Maybe we all had a bad year. That doesnāt mean it will always be this way. You can look back and appreciate how far youāve come, because even after you have a bad day you can only move forward. And to get that forward momentum started, we need to stop anticipating a bad day.
writtwithwittĀ (via wnq-writers)
May 2017 be the year you stop standing in the doorway, and actually find the courage to take steps across the threshold into the happiness you so rightfully deserve to exist in. to live in. all the time, not some of the time. all the time.
iammyssĀ , 2017. the year to take bold steps. (via wnq-writers)
I have a thing for people with beauty in them. Eventually the sound of your paintbrush became replaced by the sound of her clarinet. The scars on your thighs, that I used to trace with my fingers, replaced by the scars on her heart, that I touched with my words. The darkness of your soul, the darkness of her mind. I found beauty in another person, and it erased parts of you. Her giggles overpowered the memory of your laugh. Her blonde hair, your dark curls. And in her sapphire eyes, I forgot the shade of yours. Her rain is soft and gentle and warm, a spring shower. Yours, a winter storm that stung my skin. I have left a barren land of ice and regret. A land where nothing can bloom. I walk in fields of wildflowers with sunshine on my face. Your were the death of me, perhaps she is my resurrection.
whatifgodisacatĀ (via wnq-writers)
I will always remember the first time you held my hand, and the first time we kissed. How the butterflies were going crazy in my stomach. And suddenly, all the love songs were about you, all the poems that I write, or read, theyāre all suddenly, about you.
M.J. (via wnq-writers)
How much strength does it take to hurt a little girl? How much strength does it take for the girl to get over it? Which one of them do you think is stronger?
Fiona Apple on her rapist (Spin Magazine, 1997)
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reblog if u an emotional crybaby but yr also heartless & have no feelings
iām sorry but i canāt forget the way your voice sounded when you said you loved me i canāt forget the way it ended on a high note, more like a question rather than a statement, asking ādo i love you? or do i want to?ā iām sorry but i canāt forget the way you said my name i canāt forget the way you said anything, really iām sorry but i canāt forget the way you made me slow dance with you in the middle of a public park during the day i canāt forget the way your hands fit around my waist or the way you hummed some tune that didnāt really exist but it was enough to dance to iām sorry but i canāt forget the way your lips felt on mine i canāt forget the way it felt to have you pressed up against me, laying in my bed or the way it felt to have your hands on the small of my back
iām sorry but i really am trying to forget (via compljcated)
You were a dream. Then a reality. Now a memory.
Iain Thomas, The City Rises and FallsĀ Ā (via thequotejournals)
Just because things hadnāt gone the way I had planned didnāt necessarily mean they had gone wrong.
Ann Patchett, What Now? Ā Ā (via wordsnquotes)
Never forget what a person says to you when they are angry.
(via hovenchy)
Listen closely when somebody tells you their feelings; are they trying to convince you, or rather themselves?
s3r4t0ninĀ (via wnq-writers)
I thought that after some time Iād be able to vacate you and everything that happened between us into some corner of my mind and move on, but here I am a year from the start still wondering why your stares are so deep, and longing for your hands on my skin.
NBK (via wnq-writers)
I really do wonder if you are coming back this time, but maybe itās just my imagination tricking me again. It usually is, despite the uncanniness of your returns and gestures.
cosmicrosepetalsĀ (via wnq-writers)
Gentle reminder that there is nothing wrong with talking to and wishing on stars.Ā
They are kind. They are millions of years old and will gladly sit and listen to your every word. Even after they are gone they will still remain for centuries more, watching over you as your guiding light. The stars are your friend, your confidants. Talk to them, they will listen.Ā
I hate seeing anyone cry but itās when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, with sore eyes and that soul within it craving to be loved. Thatās when my heart really sinks.
ZahrasMind (via wnq-writers)
