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It is a misconception that the innocent sleep well. The worse a man is, the more profound his slumber; for if he had a conscience, he would not be a villain.
Elizabeth Peters, The Curse of the Pharaohs (via quoted-books)
Las buenas personas son como las velas. Ellos se queman a sí mismos, sólo para darle luz a los demás.
Another. (via caos-literario)
There was something embarrassing about being the last one to move on and caring about something that means nothing to the other person. It makes you wonder what’s wrong with yourself and why they’ve moved on but you haven’t. Maybe they’re using other people to numb their aching heart or maybe they never cared as much as you did. Either way, everyone moves on at their own pace.
Being the last to move on doesn’t make you weaker - Jess Amelia (via jess-amelia)
How do you know it’s time to let him go? When you sit there wondering whether or not you should. There comes a time when you must let him go. It doesn’t matter how much you love him, sometimes… just sometimes.. love isn’t enough and baby girl, loving him more than life itself does not mean that he feels anything for you. Maybe you’ll move on or maybe you’ll still love him in a year from now but for now, let him go for he’s everything to you and you’re entertainment to him.
~Excerpts from the book I’ll never write #213
04/03/2015
8:56 pm
(via littleteenagethings)
The pain isn’t worth it. So baby please learn how to breathe and let go. Even if you try, you’ll never know. You’ve been lost and now it’s time to come back home.
| 1pm (via its-hanabanana)
Desearía poder reparar esto pero aquí está mi adiós
En las despedidas más tristes nadie dice adiós.
(via frases-sentimientos)
Stop chasing people. If they block you, cut off contact, ignore you… Let them go. Let those who naturally gravitate to you enjoy your energy. We spend so much time begging for those who wouldn’t blink twice at the thought of you. Cherish those who are there by choice, and not there because you chased them every time they decided to escape.
it’s okay to miss someone that was unhealthy for you
it’s okay to miss someone and not want to go back to them
it’s okay to miss someone that hurt or left you
emotional attachments don’t just disappear and you shouldn’t guilt yourself over it – take your time
wow, I needed this
If I’m not the only one receiving -that kind- of attention from u I don’t even want it
Care about what other people think and you will always be their prisoner.
Lao Tzu (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Tonight I listened to a voicemail you left me three months ago. In it, you told me to go fuck myself. I still remember that night. I still remember those words rolling off your tongue so gracefully. I remember wondering how someone so beautiful could be so cruel. Two months ago I called you at three A.M. I expected you to ignore it, or to send me to voicemail; those were two of the things you were best at. You answered and I felt my heart begin to race; you probably thought it was because I missed you, but truthfully it was because I didn’t expect you to answer, and because I really had to pee. I asked you how you were and you sat there quietly and confused. It was like you forgot that I existed and that I was once a part of your life. You told me “fine” and I smiled. That was the last conversation we had. I made sure to let go of you, and every negative word that was said, in a peaceful way. Fast forward two months, and I still wonder how you are. I still wonder how your dog is and if you’ve seen any good movies lately. If you ever heard me say this, you’d probably blush like you used to whenever I said something sweet. You’d probably think I think these things because I still love you, that I still want you. But that is not the case. You see, six months ago I was jumping through hoops to please you. To make sure that you were happy before myself. To make sure that I was the one causing your happiness. But it is not six months ago. It is now. And now I simply remember you as a person I gave my soul to. A person I told secrets to at 4am and fucked to feel a sense of closeness. A person I loved, yes. But it is not six months ago. It is now, and now I miss you. I miss the way you called randomly just to ask how my day was. I miss the way you seemed to care, even if you didn’t. I miss the friendship and the secrets and the stories. And maybe one day things will be different. Maybe you’ll call me on a Tuesday afternoon and ask how my day was. These are the things I think about before my eyes slowly close and I am finally rewarded with sleep. But for right now? Go fuck yourself.
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I LOVE THIS SOOOOO MUCH
(via summersenstations)
Do you ever feel like you’re missing out on so much just because of being who you are and not someone else? Whenever I see a beautiful girl I wonder how it must feel to be that beautiful and if I’ll ever feel like that. Or when I see someone who’s confident and extroverted and I imagine how nice and easy it must be to be that way. Or when I see someone that’s my age who has already accomplished so much or been in so many places and experienced so many things, I can’t help but feel like time is falling from my hands like sand and I’m not getting better or going anywhere. I grew up watching movies and reading stories that made me believe that life was supposed to be constantly exciting and I haven’t felt that way many times and I just feel so stuck being myself. I wish I could be someone else for a while.
I become physically ill at the thought of what you’ve done to me. You’ve gotten away with murder, and ended up fine. You killed me. I’m not okay.
- Excerpt From A Book I’ll Never Write #14// I hope you’re happy. (via thosewhispersinthedark)