A Beautiful Mess

"I've spent my whole life trying to put it into words."

[mrsrjr]

[wordsbymp]

And if you must go, fine. But please be kind on your way out and tell me why. Tell me what drove you away. Cause if I have to go on without you, I just need to know what I did.

Letters to you.

[fleshmaid3n-deactivated20201226]

[wordsbyhw]

- @fourgetyou // “You”

[tmc102464]

[mybookoffaults-blog]

He makes me believe that love is enough.

[blossomfully]

It would have been so easy to go back to. So easy to relapse into it. So simple. It would almost feel like going home. To let it consume you. To let it take over. To give into it. It was only a small part of you that stood up and said ‘no’. That said, ‘you’re better than this.’ That said, 'choose happiness. Even if it’s hard. Even if it’s the hardest choice you’ve ever had to make.’

Sue Zhao // Relapse (via blossomfully)

[i-wrotethisforme]

I can’t trust my emotions. Because I took it personally when I got mad at you for saying we’d never amount to anything. But finally, six months later, I’m thinking clearly and I can see you were right. It just sucks that you realized it before me.

(via i-wrotethisforme)

[yourhandwrittenletter]

Someday you’ll love her the way I loved you. Like the rest of the world isn’t peeking through the window. Like it wouldn’t matter if they were. Someday you’ll know how it feels sacrifice for someone because you want to. Because maybe it’ll make her smile, and God does that smile knock you off your feet. And you’ll hold her while she cries. Believe me, you will. Your arms like open palms catching rain as she slips into shatters.      Someday you’ll understand why I stayed even when it felt drowning. Even when you became a person I didn’t recognize. Because someday you’ll see that love like this doesn’t ask. It doesn’t knock at the door and wait for your welcome. It’s just there. On a cold Wednesday morning, coaxing you back into bed bare naked or brewing coffee. Singing some song you know by heart, fluid as note into note. Like it’s been there all along. Like it already belongs.

I hope it’s someday soon (via yourhandwrittenletter)

[theprocast]

Sometimes I think we met at the wrong time, but is life ever this simple? If I met you tomorrow, if I ran into you these days, I honestly would be at a loss for words. “I miss you” wouldn’t be enough, “I shouldn’t have let you leave” would be too much, close enough to the truth but still half a lie. What exactly do you say to someone you haven’t reached out to in three years because you were scared? Because that feeling of vertigo hit you square in the chest whenever you let yourself think about what could have happened, what would have happened if you hadn’t said goodbye, if you’d only held on a little longer. How can someone be as familiar as your own shadow, yet as strange as a blurred face in the crowd you see in passing? What would you say if I told you that if I could change one thing in the world it’d be this: swallow my pride and ask you to stay. But is it what you’d want to hear? If I was strong enough to pluck up the courage to say it, would you care? Would you even listen?

stay stay stay / n.j. (via theprocast)

[shdidihrhdjs-deactivated2018081]

We can’t be together!“ “Why because no one wants us together?” “Yes and things would just be better if we ended it right now” “So everyone else can be happy?” “Yes!” “What about you huh, will you be happy?” “No” “What matters more your happiness or theirs?

Tenari Ioapo // Excerpt from a book I may write. (via tenari-ioapo)

[mybookoffaults-blog]

I've always loved words for their ability to make things more beautiful,  heartbreak could be romanticized. I could pretend that I loved well because I wrote about my love well. But there is nothing to make this beautiful, no words to sugarcoat my selfishness. only i am sorry. Even if it means nothing to you, i am sorry. i suck at loving, but i do love you.

m.i.m

i would say this is the last time i will write to you, but we both know thats a damn lie

[written-in-pen]

I look at him the way I used to look at you.

E. Grin, i’m sorry. (via written-in-pen)

[mybookoffaults-blog]

This town is suffocating me. Every road leads to you and the radio only plays your songs.

M.I.M.

[mybookoffaults-blog]

IN REGARD TO LEFT OVER EMOTIONS sometimes when I say 'i love you' my tongue begins to form your name. I remind it that you know and chose to walk away.

M.I.M

[morosemachinist-deactivated2017]

On the verge of giving up…

[excerptsofyou]

As I sit here in my bed at 3am thinking about a boy with galaxies in his eyes, I think about how naive I had to be to think you could ever love me when the only person you’ve ever loved was yourself.

3am and it’s still you (via mylifeinajournal)