Simple is beautiful ♥

Syl 19 Portugal

[inspiration-for-bradipus]

[wnq-writers]

You are the moon i always wanted who shines on my darkest hours

Viola CN (via wordsnquotes)

[serious]

we’re all the same

[4am-reflections]

it’s been 47 hours and 36 minutes since the last time you told me you loved me. when i heard it in no way did i think it would be for the last time. but that’s always how it works, isn’t it? you never think something’s the last time. you always think there’s more, until one day. where there isn’t. 47 hours and 36 minutes. it hasn’t even been two days and yet it’s still way too long.

after everything that’s happened, is this really the end// 4am (via 4am-reflections)

[aliensfromhell]

[pleasehearmedarling-deactivated]

I still remember the day when I told you I loved you, and you didn’t say it back. And I still ask myself why that was. So much of me wants to be grateful for the fact that you were kind enough not to tell me something that you didn’t mean–and I am. But I can’t not wonder what it was that made it so that you didn’t feel the same way. Sometimes I tell myself that I just reminded you too much of you, and it was harder to love me for that reason. Other times I tell myself it’s because of the way you liked my twin first, and so there was just no way that you’d slide into feelings for me so soon. What I really needed to know back then, those words that you wouldn’t tell me: What did I do wrong?

🖤 (via pleasehearmedarling)

[wordsbyt]

If I Wrote a Love Letter

If I wrote a love letter, it would tell you how much I love you. It would say how I love you to be around, to be there for me. It would say how much I like the way you look, your smell, your eyes, your hair. But it would also talk about how I love to hug you. How I love the way you feel when I hold you really close. How your whispers to me can turn me on. When you say my name, or call me baby, really low, to where it’s only me, in the whole world, only me, I get to hear it. I fuckin’ love that. How I love to spoon with you, just spoon because we fit so well together. How when I’m on top of you the sweat sparkles, and girl you look good wet like that. My letter would say I miss you, even if it’s only been an hour apart. I’d write that my life changed forever when we met, and I ain’t giving it back. It’s my life now. Forever. I’d say your kiss is what I look most forward to. Lots of kisses. I’d tell you my truck isn’t fast enough to get me there, but I’m tryin’! It would have the part in it about you make my life worth living, and I want to love you forever. And ever. It would say all that, maybe more.

…….but, would you read it?

[iwontwrite]

An open letter to the guy who changed my life:  Hey. It’s been a while. It feels like it’s been longer though, for me at least. I got used to seeing you, talking to you almost everyday that not having that is making the days seem so much longer, but so much shorter at the same time. I’m hoping that maybe this will help me move on, get over you, however you want to phrase it. I’m terrified, to be honest, that I’ll get over you and then see you again only to have it all come rushing back. Part of me doesn’t want to visit at all because moving on… it’s the most difficult thing I’ve done.   I’ve never felt this way about someone before. I’ve never cried over a simple goodbye and I’ve never relished over a hug like this. It was warm and comfortable and I could relax… it was home, in the best and worst way possible. Missing someone has never been this hard, never been this bleak, never been this colorless. Memories have never been this bright, bursting with color, yet so black and white. I think I knew from day one that I was fucked, that the year would be wonderfully painful, but I sure as hell didn’t know that it would be the next three that would be wonderfully painful or that I would be sitting here, about to start college, looking forward to the day I could visit you. Three years ago I was clean. I was clean but still struggling and it felt like no one really knew. The days dragged on; I just felt empty and numb and it felt like I wasn’t living, I was just going through the motions. Then… then I wasn’t clean. I tried, I really tried. Again and again and again I relapsed; long sleeves were my best friend and not because of the biting cold of January in New England. I was terrified, of myself. I was at the point where I didn’t see the point of life half the time. I needed someone, anyone, but you were a no brainer. You were warm and comfortable and had never judged me. So, I told you and you were one of the few to tell me to stop. That’s stayed with me and everytime I did stop, you were one of the voices in my head. I’m clean, over a year and a half at this point, but there are still times when all I want is to not be clean. But you’re there, everytime, telling me to stop. Three years. I still can’t believe it’s been three years. Three years of butterflies and stolen breath and smiles in the worst of times. Three years of your ocean eyes staring at me over the rims of your glasses and three years of wishing I was yours and you mine. We went from awkward on every level to me showing up in your room wherever. From minimum details to me handing over poetry that had only been shown to one other person. Three years. Three god damn years of pain and pleasure and blue eyes. You changed my life, you know. A first love always does, don’t they? They teach you about love and life and heartbreak unlike any other. So do unrequited loves and you got both titles. And then you saved my life and introduced me to what I want to do for the rest of my life. When I think about you, everything comes back like you’re standing in front of me. The butterflies in my stomach steal my breath and my heart wants to explode but shoulders slump and I can breathe fully for the first time in what feels like a long time. The butterflies are always there, but I can relax. That scares me. I’ve heard that’s who you look for: the personification of solace but who never ceases to cause butterflies. And thats you. And that’s terrifying  because it’ll never happen. I’ll never wake up for your morning hair and morning breath. I’ll never fall asleep in your arms. What felt like home will never be my home. Thank you, though, for everything but most importantly, even if you’ll never love me, for always being there. Love, me.

c.t.//a letter that’ll never get sent.  (via iwontwrite)

[healmyscars-insanity]

I looked through our conversations when we used to be on cloud nine and in love, these were the times you told me how lucky you are to have a girl like me, how thankful you are because you never received such love I was giving to you and whatever happens, you will never let me go. The words you said mean everything to me and it stabs my heart, realizing that these words mean nothing anymore. I can’t help myself but to cry my heart out till the sun has set. The pain is too heavy to bear, the love I believed to be true and different was gone. We used to be over the moon, but the present tells the opposite. This is stupid of me to say but, I won’t deny the fact that I miss you so much. I love you, I still do. But somehow, I’ve come with the thought that I can’t do anything anymore, I need to let you go because it’s the right thing to do. I’ve decided to finally move on and this would be the last time I would cry over you because there was nothing left to hold on to and I can’t hold on to something that doesn’t want to be held. I’m sorry. I’m sorry because I was the reason why you let things end. I’m sorry for the terrible mistake I made, I never blamed you for deciding to end this because you were hurt and I understand. I only have myself to blame. But, I was hoping you would’ve understood, that I did it for us. I always feared the day would come, the day you will finally won’t take back the words you’ve said. I’m sorry for the other things that have hurt you, for the things that made you cry, jealous and mad.  Thank you. I’m thankful that I met you because you have given me a temporary bliss. I laughed and smiled because of you. Somehow, you made me feel loved and beautiful in a short period of time. Thank you for the good days: the days we felt unstoppable like we’re flying high, when holding your hand felt like home, leaning on your shoulders made me feel secure and hearing your voice sound like the angels are singing. It was worth it, being loved and loving you. Thank you for making me realize how capable I am to love someone. You proved forever within a number of days. You were the greatest and worst thing ever happen to me.  Goodbye. This will be the last time that I will write you a message, I’ll accept the fact that some things are meant to end, even though I used to believe that you won’t let that happen. I did everything I could to make you stay, but I guess your life no longer includes me because, you’re happy now and I can see that clearly. You already found a love that’s all the things ours couldn’t be. I hope you find overwhelming joy by her side, I hope she won’t hurt you and make you cry. I hope for the best for the both of you. It hurts but I’ve accepted the painful truth that I am just a distant memory now. I don’t regret loving you, but what I regret is that I let myself believe that this would last. I won’t forget you and the memories, I will always keep you alive in my heart. I’ll just get used to not having you in my life anymore. Deep within my heart knows getting over you won’t be simple. I need to stop loving you so I can start loving myself again. You were a painful blessing, but you were also a great lesson. I guess you’re just another chapter of my life needed to end. I still and will pray for your safety and happiness even though I’m in pain right now, I still believe you deserve the best. I hope you find everything in her that you couldn’t find in me. You will always be my greatest love.

S.L // unsent last message (via conqueredbythoughts)

[blossomfully]

I was so angry. Not because we’d ended, or because things hadn’t worked out the way I’d hoped. I wasn’t angry because I loved him so much that I’d given up half of my dreams for him. It wasn’t even because he’d tainted every memory I had, every ounce of happiness I’d allowed myself - not because he’d taken the light and cast shadows everywhere. I was angry because I’d tried so hard to make things work. Because I’d given so much of myself to something that must have been doomed from the start. I was angry because I’d allowed myself to love a person who would never have understood that love. I was angry because I’d broken my own heart.

Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)

[blossomfully]

I was so angry. Not because we’d ended, or because things hadn’t worked out the way I’d hoped. I wasn’t angry because I loved him so much that I’d given up half of my dreams for him. It wasn’t even because he’d tainted every memory I had, every ounce of happiness I’d allowed myself - not because he’d taken the light and cast shadows everywhere. I was angry because I’d tried so hard to make things work. Because I’d given so much of myself to something that must have been doomed from the start. I was angry because I’d allowed myself to love a person who would never have understood that love. I was angry because I’d broken my own heart.

Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)

[minuty]

[blossomfully]

One day you’re going to learn how to feel without feeling it all at once.

(via blossomfully)

[thequotejournals]

Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.

Mitch Albom, For One More Day (via wordsnquotes)

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[i-ncanto]

[lindsaybottos]