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I am still trying to understand why the universe brings two people together only to tear them apart. It is cruel.

(via leohearts)

Sex? No thanks. Life fucks me everyday..

I was wearing some high waisted pants, and my 🍑 looked fire in them. So I sent them to my friends with the caption: “Can I send this to all the guys who broke my heart?”

And of course, my friends were gassing me up, like the amazing friends that they are. But one of my friends told me, “No, send them to new boys.”

I laughed and told her that the point was to make them miss me. And she told me, “Trust me. They already miss you. You were too good for him.”

And that is why I will value my friendships over any boy that comes into my life.

I miss you and fuck this feeling!!!!!!!!!

justthinking005

After all this time I still think about you

“You want to know what terrifies me?” I voice.

We were only seven feet apart, but my voice carried and made it sound like I was yelling.

He looks up from his plate of food, and furrows his eyebrows. He nods.

“It scares me that after all this time, I still think about you.” I laugh, humorlessly. I’m sick of longing for a love that he gave up on a long time ago.

“Why do you laugh like that?”

“Like what?” I ask.

“Like I don’t do the same?”

“Because you don’t. Because you’re engaged. Because we’re sitting here, at this stupid fucking restaurant so that you can tell me you’re getting married and that I need to move on. I laugh with no humor because I don’t find this situation fucking funny,” I speak, “this is my life; and I never thought I’d have to be in this position telling you such things.”

He nods, but I know he doesn’t get it. I know he doesn’t care. He nods because he wants the conversation to be over with. Little does he know, this conversation is never ending because for some damn reason my love for him is never ending.

teresaodden-deactivated20180116

Your big dream always lies outside your comfort zone … you have to choose between your dreams & comfort.

Bruce Wilkenson (via teresaodden)

mmmm yes

To: Someone I still love. From: Someone who you used to love

I want you to know how much i still love you. You don’t probably care, you don't even think of me anymore nor remember me dont you? I want to be so mad at you for leaving me but i cant. how can i if you left for us to be free and happy, for us to be better? how can i hate you if all you wanted was for me to be happy because you think you don't deserve me. Who are you to decide who's right for me? And if being happy means you leaving me, then i’ll be more than willing to be sad for the rest of my life. just to be with you.

This is my heart and i will always choose you no matter how many times you'll tear me apart. ill always love you and i loved you even more for breaking my heart.

Now, it's been years since we're apart yet here i am still grieving for your love that's already long gone and dead. I remembered how i begged you to stay when you want to walk away. I can’t forget how you looked at me that night, those eyes that used to look at me with full of love and sincerity, was now tired and giving up. I hated that look, it was something that marks an end, an end to something like you and me. It’s clear to me that you were hurting too, i don’t understand why you had to do it. If the love was still there why were you pushing it away? There’s so many questions in my mind right now that i can’t dare to ask you because it’s too late, it’s all done. I could’ve asked you if you were to go back in time, would you still do it? would you still choose to break my heart as i choose to break other’s just to be with you? If right now, at this very moment, do you think of me? do you regret me? if someone asked you “have you ever been in love?” would you think of me? Why can’t you look me in the eye? Are you hurting? Do you hate me that much that you can’t look straight at me? Well, half of me is glad I didn’t have a chance to ask you these because I don’t think i can ever handle the answers. Maybe some things just are better left unsaid. Cliche but true.

Before, I wished you to be happy and well but it was just half meant. I was bitter. I wanted revenge.Then, I realize it will do me no good. So, here I am sincerely wishing you to happy, to find someone who will love you more than I could. (I don’t think so.) I also wish you’ll ever reach your dreams, you have the potential to be a good dancer, ill be you number 1 fan. You’ll be a prodigy in gaming. You’ll be greater than Dendi, he’ll be your fan! You’ll win the tournament and soon, you’ll be famous. You will have fan girls, fan clubs, and your face on billboards. Many girls will be so in love with you, I know because I did. If these really happens, I’ll be right here supporting you, very proud that this man was once my lover, my love, my bae, my babe, my baby, my pipsqueak, my everything. Still, you are. I love you so much. I hope you won’t change, you’ll always do good things like you did before, You’re a good man, yes you are. Though at time I forgot because you hurt me. And I’m so sorry for feeling all the anger and hatred towards you. I love you, how dare I hate the man I love? I’m so in love with you. I really am. I really think no one will ever love you as much as I do. Swear to God. Swear to the stars. I miss you so much...

P.S Still waiting for you to come back. Love you

#love #ex #hopeless #feelings

thesecretletter

I’m going to make you regret it. I’m going to make you regret breaking up with me and shattering my heart. I’m going to make you regret breaking the girl who loved you so very much, who would give everything to stay with you, who now spends her days in a world of pain and tears because she lost you. It’s going to be hard, for I know you don’t really care about these things but I’m going to make you regret it. By then, maybe you’ll see that I’m happy and successful, that I’ve healed from the wounds you caused and I don’t need you anymore. Maybe you’ll regret it then, you’ll wish you had stayed by my side as I grew to be this amazing, happy girl you observe from a distance. Maybe you’ll want to start over, be with me again. And maybe I’ll say yes.

Your secrets are safe here (via thelovewhisperer)

mymessyink

“What was the hardest part for you to adjust to?” The new freshman asks us. I turn to look at my co-leader, letting him answer before me. “I think the hardest part for me was being so far away from home. I am almost nine hours away and being a freshman in college, all alone, for the first time was incredibly hard. I got very depressed and cut everyone off, even the people who really cared about me.“ He swallows thickly. "My friends back home, my family, even people here. There was this girl who was actually in my orientation group.” He smiles slightly nodding around at our mismatched orientation group. “So you never know who might become important to you,” he continues. “She was cute and funny and amazingly intelligent. She was shy until she got to know you, and she was possibly the most sarcastic person I’ve ever met.” He smiles broadly, but his eyes are hazy, as if he is not actually present in the room with us. "She always used to say how much she hated people, but when it came down to it, she cared… Almost too much. She was the type of girl who didn’t give up on people.” He sighs slowly and stares at the ratty carpet under his crisscrossed legs. He breathes out the next sentences so quietly that if there had been a noise in the room, we wouldn’t have heard it. “I went down a bad path, drinking too much. I let my pain take control of my life, and when she gave up on me, I realized that I was too far gone. She-she was the one person I never expected to give up on me, and that’s exactly why she did it.” “So, what about now? Are you okay?” The original freshman asks. He nods, a small smile creasing his pale cheeks. "And what about the two of you?“ He pulls anxiously at the fabric of his white t-shirt. “I know she’s okay. I see her on campus sometimes, but she doesn’t even look at me anymore. She used to get so happy and bounce around like a dork when we saw each other, but I guess I lost the right to be sad about that when I lost her. She’s dating someone right now actually. Daniel, I think, is his name.” In the entire time I’ve known him, I’d never heard him talk about someone like this. “If you could tell her anything, what would you say?” His eyes snap up to mine. “I’d tell her that I’m sorry and that I hope she’s happy. I know she deserves someone like Daniel. She deserves happiness. I’d also thank her for caring about me when I wasn’t very worthy of it.” “And if Daniel doesn’t make her happy? If they broke up?” I ask. His eyes widen slightly as he grasps what I’m implying. “Then I’d beg for her to give me another chance. I know I’ve had a million chances already but if she could just trust me one last time, I’d prove I’m not the asshole she met two years ago.” "Well, I don’t know about that,” I tease. He returns my mischievous smile and rolls his eyes. “So, any more questions?” A small girl piped up, “Yeah. I have one. You guys are friends right?” We both nod. “So, how did you two meet?” His sparkling blue eyes bore holes into mine. “Freshman orientation,”

excerpt from a book I’ll never write (via mymessyink)

mymessyink

Be wary of falling for a writer. No. Be wary of letting her fall for you. Trust me on this one. When a writer falls in love with you, she imagines you in description and gets frustrated when her mind lapses on the words to describe just how fluttery you make her feel. She materializes you in love letters and can depict your body like a landscape she hikes every afternoon. You have been warned. When she sees your eyes she thinks of more than just the ocean and the sky. Your cheekbones remind her of icebergs, and when you smile, she feels the word ‘warmth’ and sees golden rays. Your words will scatter her pages like unsung lyrics she doesn’t mean to write. And let me tell you, she does not want to sculpt you into mere characters because you are so much more than that to her. But beware. If you hurt her, you will find her name on the covers of books, and when you read them, you’ll find yourself on every page. You’ll remember every single time you laughed with her because she’s created a timeline, and when you reach the turning point, midway through, you’ll realize how much she really loves you. You’ll regret tossing every black and white word carelessly at her, and she will remember all too well. She will use you as her inspiration and her book as therapy. While your heart aches with remorse, she will be free from your chains. Her words are her key, and you were the heartbreaking captor. Do not let a writer fall in love with you if you plan on breaking her heart, unless you can live on memorialized moments and regrets. Because she will write to heal, and you will read and bleed.

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write (via mymessyink)

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