BlackSilhouttes

Solo me queda decirte que si por pura casualidad o por cosas del destino un día nos volvemos a encontrar, finjamos que antes no paso nada, a ver si vuelve a pasar, porque tu y yo tenemos unos recuerdos pendientes por terminar.

[pinkbabyheels]

It is just frightening

How can you ever recover from the one? How can you ever recover from the idea of having left behind “the one”? It is just frightening how my mind shuts down every time it drifts of to this type of wonders. Have I just walked away from my one true love? Or have I never experienced what true love really is? Was it only a perfect illusion?

I could of swore we were soulmates. I still do. But, why if it is that the case, must we be separated? Why is it, if it is that your my soulmate, that we don’t get a happily ever after? 

[dja1898]

[fadedheartbreq-blog]

You ask me if I hate you, and I can’t believe you still don’t get it.  You think I stopped talking to you because I hate you but you don’t understand that I could never hate you, that I wish I could hate you because then everything would be so much easier, you don’t understand that you could break my heart over and over again and I still wouldn’t be able to hate you.  I stopped talking to you because I’m in love with you and oh god I wish I could tell you that, I wish I could scream “no, I don’t hate you, I love you,  I love you so damn much it hurts” but I can’t because that just opens a door that needs to stay shut, because I’d rather have no love than a love thats only halfway. I’d rather be alone than with someone thats here one day and gone the next. and thats what you were, loving you was like falling in love with the ocean, its so blue and full of life and then suddenly your pulled in and waves are drowning you out and your so deep that the water isn’t blue anymore or green, its just so dark, and theres no sign of life and you don’t understand how something that looks so beautiful can be so deadly.  So I guess the point of this is to let you know that I’m sorry, I’m sorry that I couldn’t even reply to you, I’m sorry that I was always there and now I can’t answer your text to give you some kind of explanation and oh god I just wanna apologize to myself for even wanting to apologize to you because you are never here, because you leave me out in the cold for days and I never get an apology. but I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I just cant do it anymore. I can’t hold onto something that doesn’t want to be held. I don’t want to be in dark waters anymore, I just want to breathe, and the only way I see that happening is if I’m not swallowing water for you anymore. So I’m sorry that we don’t talk anymore, but I’m also sorry that I felt the need to give you this apology when you probably barely noticed I was no longer there.

I guess this is more of an apology letter to myself than to you.  (via thesocietyofpoets)

[prosebyday]

We are nothing but memories now.

Six word story // Grazia Curcuru (via prosebyday)

[pinkbabyheels]

[pinkbabyheels]

One More Time

Today I exploded one more time with the thought of you. With the memory that something used to be there that I have not being able to find ever since you. I don’t know what to do anymore. Am I in shallow relationship? Am I not ever going to find that something we used to have? Am I being hopeless? I Just know that I miss you. I miss that connection we used to have and I don’t even deserve to do so due to the fact that I was a complete bitch to you. I love you, and sometimes I do believe you are my soulmate. I thank God everyday that you don’t care and get to push me away, so that you get to be strong for me because I can’t. I really try not to think of you but my heart won’t listen what my mind says and it is just so stubborn and hopeless. I dont know what to do with it anymore. 

[wnq-writers]

I will never look into your eyes and hold you in my arms again… I don’t know why this just hit me. Why, after all this time this thought only just now struck me. We had so few moments together like that, and I tried to cherish every one. Tried to stop time, stretch it out so I could memorise every second… But there will never be any more moments like that…. ever again. I don’t know why after 2 and a half years apart I have only just realised….. I will never ever hold you again.

Ranata Suzuki (via wnq-writers)

[dja1898]

[wnq-writers]

What I feel about you is a deep sensation that burns everytime I try to make peace with the fact that you aren’t coming back. I need to let you go before this fire turns me to ashes.

waferqueen (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

But most of all you were familiarity. We sought a home in each other because two damaged people can damage each other more without having the blame we broke each other. I wish I loved a pacifist but I was addicted to breaking because the risk of breaking someone is all too fearful.

setof-emptybones  (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

You don’t get to choose how I glue myself back together after you broke me.

quotethesun (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

No matter how many beautiful metaphors you use trust me people don’t look beautiful when they break . It’s blood and tears and scars that last a lifetime

gypsy-nomadic-soul   (via wnq-writers)

[hairstylesbeauty]

Gifs & Video: 100 Years of Beauty in 1 Minute: American Men

[wnq-writers]

I’m a lesson that he’ll have to learn. His only choice in the matter is whether he learns it while he still has me, or after he looses me.

untitledadolescent (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

I guess I wanted you so much because you were everything wrong for me. She left me broken, not devastated. I guess being devastated is the only state I have ever known how to recover from.

akylas, Help me, I’m not broken enough (via wnq-writers)

[pinkbabyheels]

Today is one of those wonderful days. You wake up happy and everything that was bothering you yesterday doesn't seem to matter at all today. Today is one of those days when it seems as if dancing, singing, and laughing is the answer to every problem.

[pinkbabyheels]

A veces quise no soñar contigo, y cuanto mas quería mas soñaba, por tus versos que yo saboreaba, tu el rico de poema, yo el mendigo.

Gloria Fuertes