#crying quotes

[misstymbersclinic]

A: Jeez, since when are you such a crybaby?

B: *sniff, hic* S-Since when do you think my crying prevents me from beating the crap out of you?

[living-muses]

I don’t know if I should feel guilt for the intense jealousy that overcomes me... when I see how you can do oh so well without me.

[burek271]

“I romanticized you to the point where the knives you pressed into my skin began to look like cupid’s arrows.”

[typelikeagirl]

[psychocreepers]

I’ve always wanted to love you more than this, but you always build wave breakers the moment you feel the wind coming. I’ve always been a whirlwind of emotions, of feelings, of thoughts and you are always the kind to burn an entire castle the moment you felt its walls soften. You’ve always lived like this, and you are determine to continue breathing like a hint of fragrance is a sign of danger. But I do not blame you. After all, you have gone through a holocaust and survive from it. Your skin burned to your skeleton and still you are here, taking oxygen to your lungs. You swore your wounds have healed, but I can see the way you flinch the moment I kiss your skin. You have shrouded your history enough that I do not know where your scars are. And now that I have made a home inside your bleeding flesh, and you in my hurricane of feelings, we somehow forgot the warning signs. I have fell a little too deep into your wounds, and you forgot the steps inside my head. I do not know who made the first mistake, but we no longer know how to dance along the rhythms of each other’s madness. I tried to reach further into you, and I only end up ripping your scars open. You tried untangling my mess, but you only tied more knots. Still, we pretend that everything’s okay. Still, we walk along the shoreline as if you are not drowning in my ocean and I am not burning from your fire. I want to fix things, but how could I do that when you now refuse to show me where you bleed. Still, I will keep my feet buried to this ground. Even when I am slowly turning into ashes. I will keep my arms stretched towards you, until you are brave enough to take it again and lift yourself up from the water. I do not know when that will happen, neither can I promise that we will not end up in our graves. But if you could trust me, please, trust me again, maybe we can at least end up in one casket.

[living-muses]

Death

I’ve always known her but never liked her much

She took my childhood and replaced it with her close friend:

Grief

I told her I didn’t like her much either but she still followed me for quite some time

In mirrors

In smiles I’d quickly erase

I finally told her to leave and she invited Death again

I never liked her much

She enjoyed taking things that didn’t belong to her

A. Cooper

[burek271]

"The saddest end to a relationship is one where you have to break up with somebody when you're still in love with them. It sounds bizarre but it happens, because the truth is, as powerfull and as thrilling as it may be, being in love doesn't always mean you're happy. You can continue to love someone even after they've hurt you, but you know deep inside that it won't ever be the same again."

[typelikeagirl]