The Unsaid Words Of All

This is a blog created for people to read what they always think about.

[wnq-writers]

She’s the kind of woman you lose while chasing others– and spend a lifetime finding a replacement.

Mansi (via wnq-writers)

[wordsnquotes]

I never realized what a big deal that was. How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.

Nina LaCour, Hold Still (via wordsnquotes)

[theunsaidwordsofall]

Have you ever stopped and thought, "Maybe I'm the problem. I'm the issue. I'm the reason people aren't staying. It's me."

-thoughts that keep me up

[wnq-writers]

When you are touched by pure Love you become the poet because your life becomes the poem.

mardybryant  (via wnq-writers)

[theunsaidwordsofall]

Hell in the late evening

It’s true what they say. At night when you’re all alone and most vulnerable do your ghosts come knocking at your door. They first glide into your thoughts. Flooding your mind with the deepest darkest of nightmares. They travel through your veins and invade your blood stream. Your body becomes stiff and cold and fragile. Your heart beats faster and your lungs feel trapped. Your throat feels heavy and tight as tears threaten to pour out. But not a word comes out. Only deep breaths, painful ones. Welcome to hell.

[theunsaidwordsofall]

"This could be the end of everything."

-So why don't we go?

[poems-and-words]

[poems-and-words]

Book of the day:Rich And Pretty by Rumaan Alam

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[wordsnquotes]

I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures.

Gail Caldwell, Let’s Take the Long Way Home  (via wordsnquotes)

[theunsaidwordsofall]

"And the award for the best liar goes to you, for making me believe that you could be faithful to me."

- Take a bow

[fyp-psychology]

We study play because life is crap. Life is crap, and it’s full of pain and suffering, and the only thing that makes it worth living — the only thing that makes it possible to get up in the morning and go on living — is play. Art and play.

Brian Sutton-Smith (via fyp-psychology)

[theunsaidwordsofall]

Free will

And then it all clicked. "all you do is spend your time living your life through a screen seeing people make their dreams come true" but it all makes sense. I'm seeing the life I wish I was allowed to have. Because you see, at the end of this all, they were allowed to live their own lives. Not controlled by their every move. They were allowed to be the person they want to be and didn't have their future already planned out for them. They had free will. You, took that from me. These are years I will never get back. So if I want to spend my time looking at people live their lives then by God let me. Let me feel the imaginary feeling of living your own life. Because with you, I'll never ever get to experience that.

[wnq-writers]

I used to wish, now I pray.

avpexcerpts  (via wnq-writers)

[wordsnquotes]

If you love deeply, you’re going to get hurt badly. But it’s still worth it.

C.S. Lewis (via wordsnquotes)

[thelovejournals]

She scares the hell out of me and calms my soul at the same time. Maybe that’s what love is—a total contradiction that somehow balances out.

Tammara Webber, Where You Are (via thelovejournals)

[theunsaidwordsofall]

The 11th

Happy 7 to me.

[theliteraryjournals]

Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn’t matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waiting.

Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (via theliteraryjournals)

[theunsaidwordsofall]

Confused Heart,Mind,& Soul

I've never felt so unsure about something in my life. My stomach feels uneasy and my mind is packed with thoughts that are both good and bad. My body feels tight, and untrusting. My heart, is indecisive. The feelings are are all so overwhelming and I'm forced to think things have changed. And it's so hard to see a beautiful soul for who they are and not let the past creep into your mind. Dreams still roam my mind in the middle of the night. He's intimate, only it's not with me. It's not with me. ITS NOT WITH ME. And I try to scream I try to yell but my voice is gone. I'm forced to just be an idiot. Be and idiot and stay because I'm being selfish of my own feelings. Where was I? Where was I while he had his fun? I was in my room locked away trying to forget his fingers on my skin and trying to forget every unfulfilled promise and trying to forget every I love you he spoke. I was in my room grabbing a pillow to cry into because if I was too loud my parents would worry about me. I was in my room heart broken while he was living it up. I think, while this was happening had he any ounce of regret knowing how hurt I would be if I found out? Why? If he had loved me just alittle bit, or cared about me just a tad, why did he not care about the affect this would have on me. While he was with her how did he not picture my skin instead of hers, or my lips against his or my hands intertwined with his? How could he not picture my voice and my "intriguing" eyes? How? These thoughts, these thoughts circulate my mind everyday. And everytime I think the answer becomes more clear each and everytime. He didn't love me. Not even an ounce of love. He, all this time, was just trying to convince himself and I that he in fact loved me. So now here we are, why should I trust him? How am I supposed to know what love is when the only time I was introduced to love, it was false? I can't. I can't go through that again. I can't try to fix the pieces and try to get out of bed every morning feeling so heavy because my heart is weighing me down. I can't do that to myself again. It hurts too much. It's too exhausting. It's too painful. Only, this is exactly what I'm doing to myself as we speak. Self inflicted heartbreak.