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“I hope to arrive to my death late, in love, and a little drunk.”
— Atticus
fall in love with someone who wants you, who waits for you. who understands you even in the madness, someone who helps you, and guides you, someone who is your support, and your hope. fall in love with someone who talks with you after a fight. fall in love with someone who misses you and wants to be with you. do not fall in love only with a body or a face or with the idea of being in love
“You’re not supposed to look back, you’re supposed to keep going.”
—
if you notice the first signs of getting bad again, please don’t dismiss them. take the steps to care for yourself, before you relapse again.
“I hope one day 5 years from now you stumble across me when I’ve grown out of you and finally then after not seeing me for all this time it will break your heart.”
— B.L letters I never sent (via im-sad-lets-have-sex)
“You call me up after not speaking for 13 months only to say I’m glad you’re happy, that’s all I ever wanted for you. How dare you say those words when for years you tormented me and broke me. You knowingly hurt me, you know that I’m now able to breathe fresh air after nothing but the smell of your poisonous gas for years and it’s killing you isn’t it? You know what I am damn happy finally and it’s not because of you or anyone else for that matter, I did this all on my own. I don’t need you anymore and I hope the thought of that breaks your heart.”
— B.L letters I never sent (via im-sad-lets-have-sex)
“after we broke up, my whole world fell apart for a little bit; and then one morning everything was fine.”
—someone else makes me happy now
MO
the woman you’re becoming will cost you people, relationships, spaces, and material things.
choose her over everything
“It took me a very long time to realize that you could miss someone without wanting them back and that you could want someone without needing them. I’m not sure if love works the same way, but I don’t think I will ever know how not to love you.”
— An excerpt from a book I’ll never write (#8).
““You wanna know the most annoying thing about it all?” She said. “It’s the fact I tried so hard to hate him. I went over what he did to me a thousand and one times. I swore to myself that I deserved better than a boy who one day decided he didn’t love me anymore. I told myself that someone like him didn’t deserve me at all. I fought it for so damn long, I tried so hard not to love him, but then he smiled, and I almost ripped my heart out of my chest and placed it in his hands every single time.””
— Excerpt of a book I’ll never write
“And sometimes in life, you’ll be willing to give absolutely everything to someone and that still won’t be enough. We call this unrequited love, it’s a harsh, cruel feeling and believe me when I tell you that if a feeling could kill - my god it would be that one.”
— Excerpt of a book I’ll never write
““So,” he smiled, “tell me yours.” “My what?” She replied. “You know, your love story, tell me about the guy who made you obsessed with the idea that you’re better off alone.” She scoffed, “It wasn’t a love story. Far from that. Barely a story actually. There was fighting, ignorance, stubbornness, cancellations, toxicity, emotional torture, and let’s not forget the constant competition of who cared less. We just didn’t work and I know that killed him just as much as it hurt me but lord knows he was a hell of a lot better at hiding that than I was. We were actually crazy about each other, I know, hard to believe right? I mean, there were times I hated his guts and I swore to myself I would never talk to him again and I meant it too, at the time.. But it never lasted long, eventually we made up, apologised, fucked, you know.. The usual “make up” stuff. But it wasn’t along until the next fight, and I think it just got exhausting, you know.. To keep going round in circles. The routine got boring and there’s only so much pain you can put yourself through before you say enough is enough. And one day, enough was enough and we accepted it, we wasn’t supposed to be. Maybe in another lifetime but certainly not this one.“”
— Excerpt of a book I’ll never write (via 500lettersforyou)
““Why did you guys break up?” She laughed, almost painfully. “One day he loved me and the next he didn’t. Strange isn’t it? How fast someone’s feelings can change and then there’s nothing you can do but accept it. You have to sit and accept the fact you’re completely in love with someone who doesn’t even give a shit whether you come or go and frankly they would rather it if you didn’t come at all. And that sucks.””
— Excerpt of a book I’ll never write (via unpublishedexcerptss)
“Please don’t ignore me,” she begged. “Please don’t ignore what we had.. I know it wasn’t much but it was something. And I don’t know a lot but I know you made me happier than I was before. I miss that, just tell me you miss it too? You don’t have to come back. Just say you do. Just tell me you miss me the way I miss you.”
Except of a book I’ll never write
Damn I was heartbroken to shit lol
““You wanna know the most annoying thing about it all?” She said. “It’s the fact I tried so hard to hate him. I went over what he did to me a thousand and one times. I swore to myself that I deserved better than a boy who one day decided he didn’t love me anymore. I told myself that someone like him didn’t deserve me at all. I fought it for so damn long, I tried so hard not to love him, but then he smiled, and I almost ripped my heart out of my chest and placed it in his hands every single time.””
— Excerpt of a book I’ll never write
“And sometimes in life, you’ll be willing to give absolutely everything to someone and that still won’t be enough. We call this unrequited love, it’s a harsh, cruel feeling and believe me when I tell you that if a feeling could kill - my god it would be that one.”
— Excerpt of a book I’ll never write