That Girl.

Shadea • 21 • Canada •

[spilledonpaper]

It’s hard to let go of someone so familiar to you.. but you know in the end it’s for the best. While he goes and continues his life.. you get to find yours again.

[camarosmommy]

Rant time and spoilers ahead

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Are you effing kidding me?! Don't get me wrong, I loved Alex and Izzie together. But not after she got rid of the cancer and ghosted him. That was a toxic thing to do when he was by her side, married her, and donated his sperm so she could have kids. Alex became a better man through Izzie, she was part of his transformation to a better person and then she just dumped him. She, to me, was like a first love for character development and that was it. They were too different and don't strike me as the kinds to agree together in life for a long term commitment. I don't think she even knew Alex. About everything he has been through. Jo does. They have been through it all together. The death of her abusive husband and she was there when he went to see his mom again and he acted reassuring when Jo found the papers about babies with Izzie. So Alex turning his back on all of that, him not keeping his word, after everything, no, I don't think it is right for him to divorce Jo. It would be one thing for him to take Jo and move close to Izzie to raise his kids because they are his kids but to divorce her and run off is an Izzie move and ALEX KAREV IS TOO GOOD FOR THAT. I wish he had died. Or that Jo had left the show too and they were still together. They will probably force her and Link together now and I'm not down for that. I am still going to watch til the end because I have put so much into this show but I am ready for it to end now. Because that story line was so wrong. I'm done.

[stephenstilwell-deactivated2021]

“You deserve to have someone who always replies to you.”

s.s. (stephenstilwell)

[spilledonpaper]

It’s amazing how you think someone you barely know could end up being the most important person in the world to you. I now know what love is agan.

Spilledonpaper

[spilledonpaper]

I tried to put the words together about what was going on through my head. But everytime I try and speak it makes me sound crazy, like I’m setting us up for disaster. I don’t know what changed. Me or you? Maybe I thought you would be like the last but have a different ending. But lately I’ve been feeling like I’m doing nothing right, or I’m just the girl your holding on too until something more magical comes your way. You say you love me, but how come I feel like you don’t know me. See… I thought you would want to know how I got the scars on my body and on my heart. I thought you would adore my childish playing and staying up late to talk about our deepest secrets. I thought we would be full of adventure and be madly in love with each other trying to see who can show the other one off more. To make us feel confident and proud to be with eachother. How can I be in love with someone who probably won’t be troubled by my disappearance.

~Spilledonpaper~

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[spilledonpaper]

He brought me back to life, He made me feel like I was something again and reminded me of my worth. I fell in love again and felt the excitement in having someone being my person. He was what I needed and left when it was time and I hope that I find someone like him again and that our love lasts longer.

Spilledonpaper

[uhnsaids]

“in the end, i think it’s him who lost,” she sighed after a few minutes of silence had passed. he turned to look at her, “what do you mean?” “well… he lost a girl who could’ve given him the whole world and all the stars if he asked. he lost a girl who would’ve known him better than he knew himself. he lost a girl who, i’m pretty damn sure, would’ve loved him in ways he couldn’t even imagine. but he was too blind to see that… so now she’s going to give it to someone who deserves it while he’ll be left wondering why he ever let her go.”

excerpt from a book i’ll never write #2 (via uhnsaids)

[spilledonpaper]

I miss falling in love. I miss the butterflies in my stomach slowly rising up through my body like I'm going to throw them up. I miss late night conversations and singing along to old songs we have stored on our phones. I miss baking brownies and burning them. I miss the way the air would feel light and breezy. The sun shining bright and having no fears. I miss the stupid fights that would lead to cuddles and apologizing over kisses. I miss the adventure and exploring new things with some stranger I've let into my heart. I miss everything about falling in love and hope one day I can keep it for good.

Spilledonpaper

[blatantwritings]

I guess what I’m trying to say is, If I never see you again, I hope you at least think of me from time to time When that song comes on in the car, Or the sun breaks through the windows a certain way I hope it makes you smile, And somewhere, I hope you are grateful too

“Untitled” by Meredith Grace @blatantwritings (via blatantwritings)

[whethervein]

everyone warned me you were contagious you blew inside me like dandelion seeds i should have known that boys with big hands & sad eyes always grow in places where they do not belong

C.L. (via whethervein)

[spilledonpaper]

And she sat in the middle of the bathtub with boiling water falling into her face. There was nothing left to think about but there was everything to think about. Her head was spinning as she couldn't figure out how you could be gone. Her body was trying to catch up with reality with you being beside her that night and now knowing you will never walk through the front door. As she sat there; she was going through the list of people she should be angry at. Anyone to blame for this lose but there was nothing. she had no answers and only questions. All she could think of is that she wanted more time. She found the love of her life and with a simple car ride he was gone forever.

Spilledonpaper

[500lettersforyou]

If I had to compare him to anything, it would be the sea. Not because he was mysterious or mesmerising, simply because - they say the sea is actually black and that it merely reflects on the blue sky above. It shows you what you want to see. That’s what he was like, he allowed you to admire yourself in his eyes. He provided a service. A service which involved you storing yourself in him while he listened and listened but in reality he didn’t hear a thing. He let you feel love and admiration despite not meaning a single word that came out of his strawberry stained lips.

They say the sea is a liar. // excerpt of a book I’ll never write (via 500lettersforyou)

[ninasdrafts]

We haven’t talked for such a long time, I can’t even recall the exact sound of your voice. I don’t remember your laugh - I remember the crinkles by your eyes and that dimple on your cheek and how it deepens - but I don’t know what it feels like to hear it, how it once made my heart swell in my chest, not anymore. And yet I’m sure that if I heard a million people laugh, yours would still stand out to me and maybe I’d turn around to look for the source and wonder how something so simple is enough to make my blood sing. We miss the memories, not the person, is what my father used to say, but how can he explain why I drop everything when I hear that one song we used to dance to and why that blue sweater you borrowed me still sits at the bottom of my closet when I could have thrown it away? How does missing someone make any sense when that person is still around, is somehow still a part of your life? How am I supposed to get over that? How does anyone?

missing you / n.j. (via ninasdrafts)

[spilledonpaper]

She waited, oh boy did she ever. She watched as you flirted with the females around you. Admiring their beauty. She became invisible in your eyes as in your mind she was one of the guys. However she waited, waited for you to remember the time you two shared a kiss on the ride home from a university game. Waited for you to realize the times you and her sang in the car to some soft rock. Waited for you to realize she is the only one who knows your two step routine. The one who looks at you like the world is frozen in time. But the thing is she can’t wait forever, because while you go and search to find out she is the one, she needs to know that you’re not the only one.

spilledonpaper 

[cskiner]

seasons

It is worst to lose your lover in the winter.

In the summer, the sun heals you. Pools and oceans offer wavy reflections of your beauty and you can jump in if you’re too afraid to look. The current will carry you to friends and sunsets and stars—to bonfires that surround you with community, with music to warm your ears and blankets to warm your heart. The sun will share with you its radiant glow and soon enough you will be glowing with it too, glowing because you are whole again.

In the winter, the sky mocks you. Clouds fold you into the cold, trapping you inside loneliness. You need someone to guide you through the fog, to protect you from the snow. Without arms to come home to, you have no reason to come inside, no reason to walk faster in the rain. They are not there to envelop you in peace and comfort—you must simulate these feelings yourself, and suddenly a blanket seems insufficient to warm your heart. The cold is a constant reminder that there is nobody to warm you. It makes you lonely.

But spring will come—spring will come in its entirety, and it will bring fresh air and wind to sweep away the pain. It will bring beauty and color to remind you that there is life outside of loneliness, and soon you will be well on your way to healing in the summer.

csk

2/8/17

[tea-and-lavender]

I think a part of her always knew she wasn’t destined for a happy ending, so the rest of her made sure she never got one

(Via - Solana R. )