Unreciprocated Feelings

And what was I to you?

[crushing-quotes]

“I think part of the reason why we hold on to something so tight is because we fear something so great won’t happen twice.”

[slimetony]

Not to be vague but not again please

[poems-and-word]

“I have often prayed for you like this: Let me have her.”

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[gloupblog]

Concept: instead of being jealous of people, be happy for them and use them as motivation/ inspiration

[thepersonalquotes]

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“Being raised in an unstable household makes you understand that the world doesn’t exist to accommodate you, which… is something a lot of people struggle to understand well into their adulthood. It makes you realize how quickly a situation can shift, how danger really is everywhere. But crises when they occur, do not catch you off guard; you have never believed you lived under a shelter of some essential benevolence. And an unstable childhood makes you appreciate calmness and not crave excitement.”

— Curtis Sittenfeld

[l0nely-smiles]

hey when the fuck are things gonna get easier

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“Maybe I don’t cry, but it hurts.”

via @love-diaries

[thoughtkick]

“I am always searching for a word that can describe me. For a song that I can sing to describe the turbulence inside my mind. I read books and letters and quotes by people who live no more just to find that one person who must have felt the same as me when they were alive. I no more relate to people who live here. All I relate to is words.”

— naivepennings (via thoughtkick)

[gbdreamers]

I still feel it even when you’re gone.

[wnq-writers]

Dear you, I spent a long time thinking of things I would say to you if I ever had the chance. You want know something, I come up empty every time and I was disappointed with that. I always thought that there was so much more that I needed to say to you, to tell you. But the likely hood of us ever seeing each other again was so little that I accepted the fact that I would never be able to find the words and it wouldn’t matter. Dear you, It was you. I know it and you do to. We’ll never speak of it or to each other again but I realised something today. In that fleeting second we locked eyes I found the words. I don’t love you. I never did. Dear you, I was never in love with you. I just thought I was because thats what teen movies are made of, boy meets girl, girl doesn’t feel good enough, boy helps her to understand that she is and they fall in love go to prom and live happily ever after for a summer. But that wasn’t us, we weren’t a teen movie. We weren’t even a ‘we’. You and I didn’t work because you wanted someone to be at your beck and call and I wanted someone to want me. Dear you, I had convinced myself that you using me between other girls was okay because you always come back to me and that meant something, that I meant something to you. But it works both ways I came back to you, I could have said no, I could have shut you out but I didn’t. I came back to you every time not because I loved you, but because I was afraid that some else would treat me the same way you did. So Dear you, I’m done now, theses are the last words I will ever write about you. I doubt you’ll ever read them and thats okay, you probably wouldn’t know they were about you if you did. I think it was alway meant to end like this, you doing whatever you do and me doing this. We might lock eyes again one day and there’ll been an understanding instead of a mutual dismissal part of me might even look forward to that. And finally… Dear Myself, I’m sorry, we deserved so much more. I’ve learnt my lesson I’m sorry that it took me so long. But its over now and we can move on. No more holding out for him because he isn’t coming and we don’t want him to. We are beautiful and interesting and unique and one day we are going to find someone who we really do love. Writing prompt 67

thedreamer-of-improbabledreams, writing prompt #67: write about an almost relationship, which broke your heart (via wordsnquotes)

[adrenaline]

I confess I do not know why, but looking at the stars always makes me dream.

Vincent van Gogh

(via adrenaline)

[1-800-bandlyrics]

December // Neck Deep

[4am-reflections]

over the years i learned to hate my birthday. i’ve spent 18 years watching my friends as they got their locker decorated, party’s planned even when they insisted they weren’t having one, their boyfriends showering them in flowers and love poems. while each year when my birthday comes around it’s full of twitter balloons instead of real ones, my best friend forgetting until the days half way over even though i’ve been with her since 8 am, and boys breaking my heart. why can’t just one year people treat me as though i am actually special to them. maybe it’s because i’m not.

4am

[alkoholimblut]

It sucks when you’re so hurt that you have to be high, drunk or on drugs, so you can get on a higher level then the rest of the world just to smile. That’s what’s fucked up.

(via alkoholimblut)

[trilllions]

[anartfreak]

It starts small then hits you all at once…