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One of the hardest things you will ever have to do, my dear, is to grieve the loss of a person who is still alive.
Anonymous (via wnq-anonymous)
He was the sun, the moon and the stars in my life, while I was just the grey clouds in his.
misjudgments (via misjudgments)
He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect for more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you.
Bob Marley (via feellng)
Don’t cry over someone who wouldn’t cry over you.
Lauren Conrad (via stuffgurlswant)
he never wrote me poems. we would fuck in his car or on his bed where others girls had been or in the shower or while i was crying. we saw each other naked so often i have the image painted on the back of my eyelids. he ripped my underwear off. i was always vulnerable. i woke him up with kisses, he woke me up with hickies. for a long time, i thought they were the same thing.
i asked him once while we both got high why it was that i could write novels about him until the words got tired of being anagrams of his name - but at the same time he would never reciprocate. he blew a smoke ring and broke it with his finger. “dunno,” he said. we would fuck again later.
i found him once sitting on my floor staring at a picture from when i was young. “god,” he said, “i really fucked you up.”
He said he loved me, but he never did He says he loves her, and he really does He kissed my lips and said I’m the only one Now he kisses her, guess he found the one He talked about our marriage like we were meant to be He’ll be standing at the alter, but not with me Every dream he dreamt, was only dreamt with me But dreams are only dreams, she’s his reality
Richa Gill (@RiichaG_)
Clear your mind here
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You promised me the moon, while you fell for another star.
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Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.
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I accidentally played a song that brought back to the surface all of the sadness that I tried burying and here I am again in the all too familiar place of trying to silence the voices in my head and stop the tears from falling down my face. Oh, how powerful music is.
Please don’t get tired of me please don’t get tired of me please don’t get tired of me please don’t get tired of me please don’t get tired of me please don’t get tired of me please don’t get tired of me please don’t get tired of me please don’t get tired of me please don’t get tired of me plea
It’s really hard to believe you find me sexually attractive when the girls you praise have bodies that look nothing like mine.
the worst is having a dream where someone loves you and you can practically feel them touching you and it feels so real and then you wake up and it’s like the life is being sucked out of you and the happiness just drains out of your body and you feel empty again
Love yourself so much that when someone treats you wrong, you recognize it
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