Annie

Let's get weird

[saying]

[wnq-writers]

You are so damaged. He gave you flowers and you refused to touch them because you believed they would wilt and die. He tried to hold your hand and you pulled away in fear that the spaces between your fingers won’t fit perfectly in his. He touched your shoulders and you flinched because you thought that the electricity of his fingertips will reopen the scars on your body. He looked into your eyes and you looked away because you were determined that the illumination of his eyes would fade due to the darkness in yours. He gave you the world and you pushed him away because you knew that it would slip away from your trembling hands and become as broken as you are. You are so damaged that when someone gives you what you deserve, you don’t know how to react.

paletemptations (via wnq-writers)

[sunflowerletters]

Just like that, you’ll start to forget too You’ll forget the color of his eyes, then the exact shade of his hair, they way it framed his face The shape of his lips, the way they pressed against you own, a silent promise beneath the admiration of an evening sunset The ghost of your name under his breath, as you took his breath away yet again, as if your entire existence was a miracle His snarl, the way you heard him yell for the first time, the despair inducing words that poured out from behind his lips, The despair you felt in your soul when he picked someone else over you, when he broke that promise, broke the trust, broke the image of the person you thought you knew. You’ll forget it all, the same way he forgot you

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

[wnq-writers]

It’s okay to walk away. You’re allowed to leave this place. You’re allowed to leave toxic people. You’re allowed to say no without explaining why. You’re allowed to quit something that you don’t really love. You can move freely. You’re allowed to start over with something else. You’re allowed to fail and try and try again.

ginniemouse (via wnq-writers)

[inkbyaporia]

I knew I felt something more than the friendship we cultivated when I found myself hoping I could change your mind. You never said you were loyal and you never acted like you were, and I tried to fool myself into thinking that was a part of you I could accept. But when I couldn’t stop thinking about your hands on me, when my chest tightened like breath before a first kiss when I heard your sudden laugh that sounded almost too sweet to fit you, when I didn’t care who the hell responded to my texts when if it wasn’t you, when I heard your voice in songs about loving someone who was out of reach, I knew something had happened I couldn’t exactly reconcile. Something I didn’t exactly want to. I would’ve never thought you’d be a constant presence in my lungs when I first met you, never imagined I’d want to breathe in the scent of you more than I would my own home. You are everything I want disguised in everything I never saw coming. If you would give me the chance, I’d drop everyone else I act like I care about to distract myself from the fact that I want you. I want your corny jokes, your subtle arrogance, the way you I catch you looking at me when you don’t think I see you. I want you to tell me all of the shit you’ve never felt comfortable telling anyone else, and I want the chance to give you the world even if you may fill up the majority of mine. And hell, maybe I am possessive and feel too strongly too quickly. Maybe I dive in without looking at how deep the water really is and maybe I make desperate decisions in pursuit of the warmth of your gaze. Maybe I romanticize your brutal honesty and am hoping for something you can’t give me but there are no lies on my tongue when I tell you I don’t want you to want anyone else. You are as sudden as a summer storm and as mysterious as the shadows that come afterwards, but you need to only say the word and I’ll get myself drenched in order to stand in the rain with you.

ap (8.17.17) there’s something reckless about you and I have a habit of taking chances (via inkbyaporia)

[thisisourlovestorylove]

[unwrittenphrases]

“if i told you that i still loved you,” she says, “would you tell me the same? could we start from the day i knew i loved you, before all the fights and sleepless nights?” she murmurs. “do you think we’d be able to do it right this time?”

(via unwrittenphrases)

[unwrittenphrases]

“sweetheart, you can’t make him stay,” her friend says, “you can’t make him love you.” “i know,” she sighs, holding back tears, “i know.”

(via unwrittenphrases)

[unwrittenphrases]

she sits in the dark room by herself, thinking, contemplating. “that’s my problem,” she says to herself, “i love too easily and i fall fast and hard.“  after a long pause, she says, "he could break my heart a million times and i’d still go running back with my broken and stitched up heart.”

(via unwrittenphrases)

[unwrittenphrases]

“i miss the sound of his voice and i miss his smile. i miss holding his hand and i miss resting my head on his shoulders,” she says. “i look at old photos of us, of him, and i can’t help but wish he misses me too,” she sighs.  “i keep watching this old video of him; it’s dark and we’re in his car, and he’s singing. god, he was so happy, i wish i could make that happy again.”

(via unwrittenphrases)

[unwrittenphrases]

“i need you to promise me something,” she remembers telling him. “anything,” he said. “when the day comes that i am not what you want, when being with me is no longer what you want, just be honest with me. i’ll do my best to give you a smile, and i’ll hold you a little too long just one last time, but i’ll let you go. i want you here as long as you want to be here, and if you don’t, i’ll learn to let you go.”

(via unwrittenphrases)

[unwrittenphrases]

“i won’t ask you to come back,” she says. “all i ask is that you tell me you felt it too; the love, the yearning for one another. just tell me that you were happy, even for a little while, please, tell me that i made you happy.”

(via unwrittenphrases)

[myonlywayoutofhere]

Dear ex, Thank you. Thank you for showing me what I deserve. I now know that I deserved better than you ever gave me.

Day 218 (via myonlywayoutofhere)

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Trophy Eyes // Counting Sheep

[littleprecocious]

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[nothiiing-personal]

A part of me wishes.. you were with me on this beach right now you were sitting next to me you were watching this sunset with me you were vibing with me.

Simply wishing to be in your presence again, what a shame it is to wish for things.

- missing you //7:55pm