[bnmxfld]

“Come home to my heart.”

— Lorde / Supercut

[onesecondbeforesunset]

So it returns. Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.

James Joyce, from Ulysses

[violacn]

“I was one of those people that were secretly destroying themselves, i gave up on cutting, i let it bleed inside me, i let it damage myself on the inside instead of on the outside And now, i don’t know who i was before i let it destroy me”

— Viola CN ‘’Damage’’

[poems-she-wrote]

“He broke me even more, I don’t know how much heartbreak I can handle before I give up”

— p.s.w

[remanence-of-love]

“Smoking reminds me of him and when he convinced me to try just one cigarette. I gave him the world and all he gave me was a smoking addiction. But he still gave it to me and because of that I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to quit because to give up smoking would mean giving up the only thing he ever gave me.”

— @sandralidell

[brorkencollegegirl]

In the beginning of our relationship you gave me endless love, would message me daily, send me good moring / goodnight texts, call me randomly when you missed me, would surprise me at my house, would love to go to the park and lay on a blanket and talk about life together... this was all before I truly let you in, and as soon as I let you in those days at the park disappeared, those calls were less often. Then months later, fights started happening, the lying started, those goodnight texts stopped, those surprising me at home stopped, I had to start begging for you to see me. The moring text messages were once in awhile, and that endless love was fading. So tell me something, did you do all those sweet things to catch me and to fall in love with you just for you to leave me slowly? Because if so, that’s truly a cruel thing to do to someone who forgave you after each time you messed up, after each time my friends told me to leave me, after everything I went through with you. That is such a cruel thing to do to someone who loves you more than themselves.

[chained-heart-deactivated202311]

“i’m not in love with you anymore. i know i’m not… because i don’t get that same spark when i look at you. but there’s still something about remembering that gets me every time. no, i don’t feel any sort of love. instead, i feel the pain deep down inside, the physical breaking and aching of my tired heart that tried so hard to keep you. because i remember the way i used to love you, like there was you and that was it. that you were everything i ever saw in anyone and i’d never meet anyone else that would give me those same feelings. i remember why you hurt me; i remember why you broke my heart. because i gave myself away to someone who didn’t even want me in the first place. i was so in love with ideas, ideas surrounding everything i thought you were. i believed in you like i believed in myself, that i could make this work, and that i could make it work with you. i let my life down to lift yours up, and where did that effort go? not to you, that’s for sure. that’s why it still hurts remembering. because people like me don’t forget what it’s like to give everything to someone when really, to them, it was nothing at all.”

— @wordsbreathe c / you don’t know how much you broke me

[writies]

“But it’s not fair, you’ve got “I love you’’s in your mouth, not in your heart, while my whole body sings of you, But it’s not fair, you smoke cigarettes, because you enjoy it, while I smoke them just to make you like me, But it’s not fair, you give me attention only when you’ve got some free time, while I free my time just to spend hours with you, But it’s not fair, one day you say you love me, you say you want me in your life, but when I need you, you disappear, But it’s not fair, that someone always loves more, that someone always tries a little harder, that someone always ends up hurting, even when they gave everything they could.”

—

http://writies.tumblr.com/

love me, don’t break me

[afran444]

“You fall too fast too quick they say But who are they to tell you how to feel How to love How to care I was taught from a young age that if I don’t give love what’s the point of living I held that close to me as a I grew up Loving everyone and everything to come my way Because maybe just maybe if I loved them they would go and share love with others But life doesn’t work that way I fell in love with people who didn’t love me Who didn’t care Who barely batted an eye as they ripped my heart from my chest leaving it hollow, smirking as they carelessly dropped it when they left shattering what I thought was my biggest asset in life My mom didn’t warn me of that She didn’t warn me of those who would do anything in their power to steal the happiness from your very own skeleton to fill the empty holes in theirs But still I loved I loved with everything I had left in me Until there was nothing left Maybe that’s why I feel so empty Because I gave all I could to get nothing in return My mom said just wait, someone will come and fill you back up But mom don’t you see that’s not how life works I think I finally figured it out You give love and sometimes you don’t get it back But when you feel empty no one can fill those crevices in your aching body besides you You are your own greatest love So continue to spread love But never forget to love yourself”

—

[silent-insanities]

I gave up on happily ever after.

[quotemadness]

“How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.”

— Nina LaCour

[jericosilvers]

[stay-close]

There are memories that time does not erase... Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.

— Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

[thebookquotes]

There is a time in life when you expect the world to be always full of new things. And then comes a day when you realize that is not how it will be at all. You see that life will become a thing made of holes. Absences. Losses. Things that were there and are no longer. And you realize, too, that you have to grow around and between the gaps, though you can put your hand out to where things were and feel that tense, shining dullness of the space where the memories are.

— Helen Macdonald, H is for Hawk

[thespilledquotes]

Because a song can take you back instantly to a moment, or a place, or even a person. No matter what else has changed in you or the world, that one song stays the same, just like that moment. Which is pretty amazing, when you actually think about it.

— Sarah Dessen, Just Listen

[thejournalsblog]

“I am made of little rooms full of thoughts, emotions and memories. You cannot define me by listening to me once. I’m too complex.”

— Anonymous

[stay-close]

You are your own worst enemy. It is your negative thoughts that hold you back, nothing else.

— Leon Brown