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@storyiwillneverwrite-blog
we were flowers our stems intertwined like our souls closer and closer as time passed the issue, though, my dear, is that i was a sunflower and you were a rose i grew taller and taller, reaching for the sun. you remained close to the ground. you grew thorns that pierced my skin deeper and deeper the closer we grew. your crimson petals stained with my blood the exact same shade. you tore me apart until i split and fell to the ground i can’t reach the sun anymore.
we were flowers.
“Some days, it feels like I don’t even recognize myself anymore,” she says. “I’ve always prided myself on being a strong person. I’ve always prided myself on being independent, on putting myself first.” “So, how did this happen?” she asks, tears filling her eyes. “How did my joy become so wrapped up in someone else?”
joy
It doesn’t hurt that you chose her. She’s prettier than me, smarter than me, not broken like me. Her smile is bright like the sun, her eyes are as blue as the sea, and her laugh is like the melody of the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard. She’s your favorite book, and I’m just a page of it. She’s really the obvious choice. I’m happy for the two of you, honestly. Sometimes I see you holding her, and it looks as if you’re scared to let go. I see her smile up at you, and I can just tell that she’s lost in your eyes. I’m glad that you found love. It doesn’t hurt that you chose her, but you wanna know what does? The fact that I almost had you. You almost loved me. You held me like that, and I smiled at you the same way she does now. But something happened, and suddenly you’re all I can think about, when to you I’m just a distant memory.
it doesn’t hurt that you chose her. (via storyiwillneverwrite)
They say that the good things in life are worth waiting for,” she says. “Are they?” “Definitely. The wait sucks, but when the good things finally come, you appreciate them way more. So when life gets rough, just remember that. Remember that it’ll get better soon.“
it’ll get better soon. (via storyiwillneverwrite)
Look at her,” he whispers. “She was so happy, and I destroyed her. She’s always on the verge of tears, and I haven’t seen her smile since the day I broke up with her.” He gazes at her sadly. “Tell her I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry for hurting her.” “I will,” her friend says, “but for the record? You didn’t destroy her. You’re not that powerful.
for the record. (via storyiwillneverwrite)
I want so much more than small talk. I don’t want to hear about the weather. I want to know about your deepest fears and your biggest secrets. Tell me your pet peeves. Tell me your hopes and dreams. Tell me something you’ve never told anyone before. Stay up late with me on the phone and talk about the things that are meaningful to you. You mean more to me than small talk. I don’t care about the weather. I care about you.
small talk.
It still hurts when I see you. I still miss you sometimes. It hits me in the middle of the night when I’m laying alone with nothing but my thoughts. It hits me in the middle of math class when I’m working on solving an equation. It hits me anytime it wants to, but it’s happening less and less. You’re happy. It’s not because of me. I still wish that it was, but I’m happy for you. All I want is to see you happy. I’m happy too, most of the time. I have good friends, a good life. I’m learning that I don’t need you for my happiness. I think that this is letting go. I think that this is moving on. It feels so good.
moving on and letting go.
You told me that we were best friends. Were we? You promised me that we would tell each other everything. But I was the only one that held up their end of the deal, wasn’t I? You said that you’d always be there for me. Where are you now? You smiled when you put the knife in my back. Why did you do it? I was such a good friend to you. How come you couldn’t do the same?
what happened?
reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)
OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.
THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.
The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.
AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.
THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.
yay its back.
so… I half jokingly reblogged this yesterday cos I thought it was a nice picture… and was like oh wow I only get wishes on birthdays what would I wish for?!?!?! how about gainful employment L0L … and like… I have a job now? That I never applied for? That someone just called me up and said “here, have this”? In a place I really really like? So like… h8ers gonna h8 or something
Hey hey hey hey I don’t like writting in posts, but I need to. Because THIS. FUCKING. WORKS. And I asked for something almost impossible,
I reblog this every time I see it
plz plz plz
Guys, I just saw this and I remember reblogging it before, and I wished that my crush would tell me his true feelings about me, and like five days ago, he confessed to liking me, and we started dating. This shit works. Thanks tumblr
I try to be happy, and most of the time I am. But sometimes I’m not. Sometimes my smiles are fake. Sometimes I pretend that everything is fine when I really just want to break down and cry. Sometimes I just want to let it all out, to tell someone everything, but instead I paste on a fake smile and say that I’m okay. I just wish that someone would see through it. But nobody does.
nobody does.
Love. It’s just a word, but we give it so much power. It isn’t thrown around lightly. It is also a feeling. It can somehow tear us apart from the inside out, or it can put us back together. We need it in our lives and in our hearts. It makes us human. But lately, I haven’t seen much of it. This world needs more love. Throw it around like your life depends on it. In a way, it does.
spread more love.
You chose her. So why is it that your eyes often meet mine from across the room? Why do I catch you staring at me when you think that I won’t notice? Why does your gaze follow me while you’re with her? I have so many questions, but I think that they can all be answered with just one. Why did you choose her if you want me?
why?
They say, “It’s his loss.” They’re right. You lost more than I did, even if you don’t realize it. I lost someone who didn’t care about me. You lost someone who cared more about you than she ever will. So don’t call me when it hits you. Don’t call me when you change your mind. I loved you, but you lost me.
your loss was my gain.
I tried so hard. I tried to be pretty and funny and spontaneous. I tried to be better for you. I know you’re not supposed to change yourself for someone, but I honestly feel like you were bringing out the best in me. You didn’t make me change myself. I chose to. So it hurts that I still wasn’t good enough for you. You didn’t try very hard. You didn’t have to. I was head over heels for you, and you knew it. You abused it. Now you’re gone, and I can’t even recognize myself.
you changed me.
Don’t think for a second that it didn’t hurt me to leave you,” she urges. “Because it was the most painful thing that I’ve ever had to do. It was so, so difficult. It took every bit of strength that I had not to turn around and apologize.” She takes a deep breath. “So don’t tell yourself that I wanted to. I didn’t, not at all. But leaving you was the only way I could save myself.
and I had to save myself.
I understand if you hate me,” he says quietly. I look up at him and see it in his eyes, see that he really does feel some regret. I fight back the urge to hug him and tell him that it’s okay. “I don’t hate you,” I reply. I could never hate you. I love you, still. I don’t want to, but I do. He blows out a breath. “Well, that’s a relief. I was hoping we could still be friends.” I know that that won’t work, know that he’ll still be hurting me, even if he’s not aware of it. Those words set my temper on fire, but I somehow turn it to ice. It numbs my heart momentarily, and I know I am about to break it myself. I meet his eyes, my glare cold enough to freeze him. “I said I didn’t hate you,” I say slowly, carefully. “I never said that I’m not mad at you. Because I might not hate you, but every time I look at you my heart breaks all over again, and that infuriates me.” “So we are not friends. We are nothing but two embers of an old flame.”
two embers of an old flame.
He says, “I chose her.” And it is then when I finally realize that I deserve better.
finally.
