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(not so) Breaking News: I’m sad again and everyone’s tired of hearing about it
I guess I needed you more.
six word story // verushkav (via just-six)
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understand that people will leave your life, you can’t fall apart every time it happens.
You know those moments when you just miss them? You go looking for a picture or maybe even a text message you forgot to delete. Just to remind yourself that at one point you did matter to them. That it wasn’t all a lie. That for even just a moment you were all they thought about.
Excerpt from a book I will never write #972 // @lesliestephaniee (via excerptsofstories)
“I don’t want to lose you.” The words that had been burning inside her finally came to the surface. “I love you. I love everything about you. I love your hair, even though you hate it. Every time you walk away from me, you’re taking all the happiness in the world with you. I’m bursting at the seams with things I want to say. Please, just, don’t go.” She stood there waiting to hear what he was going to mutter next. “I have to go, I have a plane to catch.”
Excerpt from a book I will never write #1003 // @justwakingup on Instagram (via excerptsofstories)
“You’ve been avoiding me,” he says softly. It’s not a question, it’s a statement. “I know.” Her eyes are on the tarmac and then on the constellations, but never on his face. “Why?” That makes her stop. She inhales a deep breath but regrets it a second later because now she can only smell him. Him, him, him. “Because it hurts to be around you and not have you.” Now it’s his turn to stop because the words are there now, separating him even further from her. “I’m sorry.” He can tell it’s not enough. Sorry is never enough. “It’s fine, I’m sure it’ll get easier.” She’s lying. He knows it and so does she. But neither of them say anything because it could never make a difference. Words will never be enough.
Denial is a heart’s best armour, 20/09/2015 (via afadingdancer)
What if, in another universe, I deserve you? Hear me out. There’s this philosopher from the 1890s named William James, and he coined this theory about “the multiverse” which suggests that a hypothetical set of multiple universes comprises everything that can possibly exist simultaneously. Are you following? The entirety of space, time, matter and energy is all happening at once in different timelines: It’s the idea of parallel universes. Right? So okay, let’s presume the multiverse is real. Well then, maybe somewhere in those infinite universes is one, or several, where I deserve you. Maybe there’s a universe out there — happening now — where we end up together and when I close my eyes at night, I’m not dreaming the way a normal person would. Instead I’m seeing flashes of our lives in the multiverse. They’re not simple dreams because I miss you, right? They’re scientific, anachronistic visions. For instance: In this universe, I don’t want a family, but maybe in another, I’m more of the type to settle down. Maybe there’s a universe where you hold my hand while I give birth to our daughter in a white hospital room with pink flowers and fuzzy teddy bears on the window sill. Where we take family vacations and pose for dorky pictures in our neon bathing suits on the sands of a Florida beach. Where we curl up to watch a cheesy movie at the end of a long day in our big, green, suburban house once the kids have fallen asleep. Maybe there’s a universe where we are middle-aged and taking our child to college and bickering over where to put her dresser or what posters she should hang up. Where you kiss her on the forehead ‘goodbye’ and we drive home in contented, proud silence, your fingers grazing my knuckles, our wedding rings glistening. Where we both have gray hair and we laugh and smile and hug and drink lemonade on the porch. Maybe there’s a universe where that’s the life I want. Where I don’t second guess everything and I’m not afraid of commitment and of the future and of love. Maybe there’s a universe without all the noise in my head and the pride that makes me so fiercely independent and the coldness in my heart that I can turn on and off like a security fence. Maybe there’s a universe where I’m the right person for you. Where I adore every nice thing you did for me without starting to resent you. A universe where you actually end up with someone who appreciates you. Where no one becomes a doormat. Where both of us can shed our baggage and curiosity and issues. A universe where we’re happy — without wondering if that happiness is some messed-up Jenga game ready to topple at the slightest quiver. A universe where we’re comfortable and sure, and we have cats. Maybe there’s a universe where we fall asleep next to each other every night like spoons, like two innocent bunnies — my face buried in your neck, hugging your warmth — and we both don’t want anything or anybody else. Where we don’t want more, we just want each other. Maybe there’s a universe where I don’t covet so much all the time and where I’m content and where I don’t wonder about picking up and moving to Japan without saying anything to anyone and where at this very juncture, I can just know I’ll always want to come home and cook dinner with you. If you think of it all this way, then it’s like neither of us did anything wrong. You just found me in the wrong universe. That’s all. This is, as they say, the darkest timeline. Everywhere else, nay, “everywhen” else — us in the Civil War, us in Ancient Egypt, us in the swinging ’60s — we are happy. If this theory holds, well, by the law of averages, there had to be one universe — just this one — where we don’t end up together. Here and now just happens to be it. If you think of it this way, nothing is our fault. So see, that explains everything. We’re not together anymore because of the multiverse. Well, isn’t that comforting? If you’re sad, do like I do and just think of the other ‘verses. The ones where I believe in love and where I don’t hate myself and where I never feel the need to kamikaze relationships. A universe where we can have nice things. It’s helpful, right? Because you could have loved me forever. And maybe in another universe, I let you.
Gaby Dunn (via wethinkwedream)
What the signs do when upset with you here
Notice the people who are happy for your happiness, and sad for your sadness. They’re the ones who deserve special places in your heart.
(via kyrabro)
Give me a daughter with your stubborn heart, or your even temper. Give our children your dark-bright eyes, or your enchanted smile. So that even when we are gone, the world will find within them all of the reasons why I loved you إعطني إبنة لها قلبك العنيد أو حتى طبعك إعط طفلنا عيناك السمراوين اللامعين أو إبتسماتك المسحورة لكي حتى و بعد رحيلنا، سيجد العالم فيهم كل الأسباب التي أحببتك لها
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My hands don’t know what to do with themselves. All they want to do is hold you.
Tina Tran, They reach out for you but you’re not there (via absentions)
“Nvm”.
What changed his mind in 14 minutes lmao.
When lurking on bae’s page goes wrong lmao