Z.C.

Write. I'm a nineteen year old girl, who's had the beautiful/terrible fortune to have her heart broken by the serious events it takes to grow up. write.

[1wantchange]

[itsnotalexgu]

[wouldvebeensweet]

Dear person reading this,

You made it through another year. You made it through the hard times and pain. You made it through all the times when you all you wanted to do was give up. You made it. You made it another year and I promise you can make it another year. I am SO proud of you.

[justasipwetyourlips]

I needed this.

[zcwhispers-blog]

December 24th and we’re through again. This time for good I know because I didn’t throw you out — and anyway we waved. No shoes. No angry doors. We folded clothes and went our separate ways. You left behind that flannel shirt of yours I liked but remembered to take your toothbrush. Where are you tonight? Richard, it’s Christmas Ever again and old ghost come back home. I’m sitting by the Christmas tree wondering where did we go wrong. Okay, we didn’t work, and all memories to tell you the truth aren’t good. But sometimes there were good times. Love was good. I loved your crooked sleep beside me and never dreamed afraid. There should be stars for great wars like ours. There ought to be awards and plenty of champagne for the survivors. After all the years of degradations, the several holidays of failure, there should be something to commemorate the pain. Someday we’ll forget that great Brazil disaster. Till then, Richard, I wish you well. I wish you love affairs and plenty of hot water, and women kinder than I treated you. I forget the reason, but I loved you once, remember? Maybe in this season, drunk and sentimental, I’m willing to admit a part of me, crazed and kamikaze, ripe for anarchy, loves still

Sandra Cisneros- One Last Poem for Richard. (via zcwhispers)

[durianseeds]

And I began to let him go. Hour by hour. Days into months. It was a physical sensation, like letting out the string of a kite. Except that the string was coming from my center.

Augusten Burroughs, You Better Not Cry (via durianquotes)

[zcwhispers-blog]

The great love was full of  nights of resentment.

It smelled like cheap vodka and a saccharine chasers.

It felt like being alone on new years eve.

But this,

this, feels like

riding a bike for the first time after a long winter.

It smells like fresh mowed grass.

It feels like the longest hug.

It’s the simplest most complex thing I have yet to experience.

Perhaps it’s not the greatest, but it couldn't be anymore right.

Great was filled with other girls,

jäger, and spiteful sex.

Right is full of you,

white wine, and requited intimacy

Great was full of envy and capturing lust.

Right is full of comfort, and respect.

Right comes comes easy. Because you are what balances me. Allowing me the world, you give yourself to me, and that’s all i’ve ever wanted.

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you didn’t love her. you just didn’t want to be alone. or maybe, she was just good for your ego. or, or maybe she just made you feel better about your miserable life. but you didn’t love her, because you don’t destroy people you love.

Greys Anatomy (via scxndal)

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[kushandwizdom]

Good Vibes HERE

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[laurenhooper]

Delete her number. Stop ringing her. Stop messaging her. Stop making excuses to see her, to drop by her place.Erase her name from memory. Remove yourself from her life, more completely than you would like but as completely as she deserves. Move on, so that you can allow her to also move on. When you close your eyes, you don’t get to see her face. Not anymore. You don’t get to think about her lips, the warm glow of her skin when she rests next to you, or how she squeezes your hand in her sleep. You are not allowed to remember the smell of her perfume, that she only drinks mint tea (with two dollops of honey), or that she loves you.She loves you.She has been in love with you for too long.So, forget how she says your name. Forget how she calls your name. Forget how she screams your name. Forget that time you got sick and she stayed up with you all night, letting you lay your head in her lap and holding a cold compress to your forehead. Forget how her hair feels in your fingers. Forget how she looks in your sweatshirts.Forget her.Know only that she existed at one point in your life, but relinquish all hope that she could exist at another point — sometime in the future that you are unwilling to specify because you don’t know what you want. Yet. It is not fair for you to swoop in and out of her life as you choose. It is not fair for you to say that you are satisfied with “things as they are” and you will have time to “figure it out” later. Let her stop investing emotionally in you. Let her pour that love and care into the people who deserve her.Don’t tell her that you think about her all the time. Don’t tell her that it bothers you to hear about her with other people, but that you’re willing to understand as long as she likes you more than them. Don’t tell her that this isn’t the right moment but that there will be a right moment. There is not going to be a right moment. She shouldn’t have to wait for the right moment.Don’t tell her that you can’t handle ultimatums, that you don’t like the idea of finally adding finality to your relationship — whatever still remains of it.What you are telling her is that you want to keep her on as an option, that you are taking her for granted, that you want to know she will be there, that you can depend on her at the end of the day. When you find that no one else has stuck around or that those who have are less interesting, less thoughtful, or less doggedly loyal to you.Doggedly loyal to you.That is what she has been to you, for you almost as long as you have known her: a constant emotional crutch, the guarantee of stability, a safety net while you reachvout to grasp objects that sparkle and shine far greater than she does. All that glitters is not gold, haven’t you heard?She is fire. You are ice, and you are afraid that her slow burn will smolder your cool, hard demeanor. That’s what has driven your decisions, your actions all along: fear. You are a coward. You are a hypocrite. You are terrified to let her go, but you are afraid she is too good for you, that she could drive you wild, that you would choke on her flames. That she is too much for you to handle right now.Right now.But if you choose not to love her now, you can’t choose to love her later.

Lauren Hooper (via thesearethesleeplessnights)

Go back. Read the whole thing.

(via call-it-thegreat-escape)

[ghostisborn]

I’m not going to censor myself to comfort your ignorance.

Jon Stewart  (via angrymuslimah)

[bookmania]

I have a million things to talk to you about. A million things we have to talk about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via picture-words-in-frames)

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