Stainless Paradise @notyou-exe - Tumblr Blog

When something bothered me, I didn't talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone. Not that I really felt lonely. I thought that's just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own.

— Haruki Murakami

unforgetable-words

"It's been a long time since I've been me"

luckylluminati

“I always go back to the start, how I fell in love first. And I don’t know if you knew. How something about you made you different than everyone else. I fell into like with you so quickly, no wonder these feelings were so strong. Sometimes I go back to the first song that I listened to that reminds me most of you, not because I want my heart to break, but because I miss you to the point where only these familiar tunes can fulfill that missing feeling. Because you were the one who made me see the world differently and redefine the beauty of it. You were the one who made me smile when no one else could find the right words for me. And I miss smiling for someone who mattered to me. I miss being around someone who made my heart so blissfully full.”

understands

pir-ado

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by Michele Fornaciari

ink-and-oceans

“The night you left was the most painful part of my favourite story.”

— tara love

imfine-iwish

Can someone tell me what is wrong with me?

cocaineorchids

“It’s 2am and I swore i’d never let you get to me again. I swore I wouldn’t miss you, but god I fucking miss you and I swear I can’t love anyone like the way I loved you. It’s been six months. Six months babe, and i’m still not over the fact that we didn’t make it. I always thought about what it would feel like to find the love of your life, how it felt, how you knew that was your person. And then, I met you and i just.. knew. As young as we were, don’t you remember? I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember and I know that I love you because everyday that we go our separate ways, every day that we grow farther apart, I know I’ll always find myself back to you.”

— -Excerpt from a book i’ll never write // unsaid words

br-o-ken-poetry

“Sometimes it makes you angry - you want to scream into a pillow until you’ve lost your voice, break things and cry. Sometimes it makes you exhausted. You want to sit on your bed and forget the world exists.”

— broken thoughts