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I woke up from a nightmare, and I just wanted to talk to you about it. Then I realized you aren’t around anymore and that I awoke into a nightmare worse than the one in my mind.
I miss you so much. (via the-death-of-inspiration)
I met him and suddenly the sky turned from grey to blue and my heart finally found itself.
I didn’t know what it was like to love, or even have a crush on someone. But one day someone was going to have to break me and oh God I wish it wasn’t him.
His brown eyes captivated me and I stared into them so much I saw the green that hid in them.
He was my green.
In a world of brown, he was my green.
Just by the simple act of our knees brushing set me to flames.
He made me love so hard and so fast.
He made the caterpillars in my stomach turn into butterfly’s and they flew up into my chest.
I didn’t care how many times he destroyed me.
Whenever I put my heart back together, it was stuck together with tape that had his name written all over it.
I didn’t care how many times he broke me.
I just wanted those amazing times in between.
He shattered me, or who I was, completely.
On that day, I changed. I became a different person and over half a year later, I’m still trying to learn who she is.
I still forget how to talk, or breathe, when his eyes meet mine.
He’s a horrible person who does nothing but hurt other people.
But oh how he saved me.
He saved me and destroyed me and I can’t decide which is better. (via cheerupsavvy)
A letter to the boy who tried
Hi.
So about 3 days ago, I said that I didn’t want to be in a relationship with You, and that I really don’t have the same feelings You have; that I never meant to lead You on. That I just wanted to give it a chance, and see if maybe it would work. Some days, it did. Sometimes I loved to hold Your hand, and to kiss in Your car. But honestly, mostly I just felt like I was forcing myself into wanting to like those things. I think perhaps, during the times I enjoyed it, I was busy imagining it was with someone else. See, You’re not Him. If You were, we would be kissing in your car right now, and I wouldn’t be writing this fucking letter. It is so hard to explain, and I am so sorry for putting You through this, for bringing You into all of my shit. But I am still in love with Him. I know it is pathetic, that I should move on, but I just can’t. With Him, every single kiss sent a shock wave through my body, and I felt at home no matter where we were. With Him, the stupid, idle conversation wasn’t boring, and every fucking day felt like an adventure. Every time He called me beautiful, I almost believed it. His eyes were the color of every place I have ever wanted to go to, every dream I ever hoped to achieve, the color of life itself. With You, kissing was fine. Talking idly with You was boring. With You, every compliment Ypu threw at me, even though they were kind, made me cringe and wonder what the fuck You were talking about. Your eyes were just brown. Every time I looked at You, I was hoping it would be Him instead. Every time You knocked at my apartment door, I hoped it would be Him standing there instead. Every text and call You sent, had me dreaming of Him. One night, You and I got into a fight, and You screamed “Why are you so closed off? Jesus fucking christ!” I looked at You, and started to cry. I never answered You, but it’s because of Him. There’s Your answer. Because He isn’t coming back. Because He left me when I needed Him most, and He was all I ever wanted. I should be choosing You, the one who is here, the one who cares. But honestly, the very thought of that makes my body feel as if it is being crushed. Makes me feel as if I am lying to ever single fiber, every molecule that makes me up. He isn’t here. My heart hurts. My head hurts. When I got drunk the other night, and texted You “why re Yuo so hot?” I had just finished telling my friends that I was going to end things. I know that makes me an awful person. Doesn’t that make me a horrible person? He’s not here, and I am still in love with Him anyways, and You are hurt. And I am sorry.
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Never be so eager to keep someone in your life that you ignore all the ways in which they’ve been harmful to you and your wellbeing.
Reyna Biddy (via deeplifequotes)
I care so much, too much, that it takes control of me. Eats away. What I want becomes what I need, and nothing else matters. Not myself. Especially not myself.
I just want to be normal. I just want to love myself. (via multa–paucis)