“The worst pain … isn’t the pain you feel at the time, it’s the pain you feel later on when there’s nothing you can do about it, They say that time heals all wounds, But we never live long enough to test that theory …”
— José Saramago
“you broke me yet i still think of you as the greatest person and that’s how i know that i truly did love you”
— confirmation - a.m
via weheartit
I know nothing is going to change, and please don’t hold this against me. But, I miss you.
I know we are in two different places in our lives and things would work out at the current time. But God, I miss you.
I know we are in two different places in our lives, and things wouldn’t work out at this current time, but I miss you.
I’m not trying to get back together or anything, I just really miss talking to you.
I know things are weird, but I just miss being able to talk to you. So much has happened in the past few months, and I still find myself wanting to tell you about everything: celebrations, dilemmas, deaths. I know you’re not that person for me anymore, and obviously a lot of things have changed. But. It was just nice to be able to talk to you. I can’t erase talking to someone everyday for over a year.
I hate this.
- C. March 27th, 2018
- // excerpt from a romance I will never write
j.d.m.
It shouldn’t be this hard but when you are not around I feel like i’m missing something like a bad bruise I can’t stop touching to make sure the pain is real . Like everytime I try to come to terms with how we are no longer where we once were ; it saddens me . You can keep tearing at every inch of my soul and I still keep bandaging the wounds and praying you’ll soften the scars with simple im sorrys . I still don’t understand how every time you called me a sick name I swear i was chocking up your words in the middle of the night . I still haven’t come to terms that after every single thing you lied about , how am I still able to say your name and have pain in my chest that I swear to god I lose the capability to breathe sometimes . I guess we need to learn how to live with bad bruises that hurt even when we don’t even press upon them . Sometimes i guess we need to be okay with chocking up the thoughts of every single name you called me , along with every single lie you would draw upon my heart making it impossible for me to say your name and still not have some kind of unstoppable saddness running through me .
(via motivated-mindset)
Kristen Costello (via kristensnotebook)
A puzzle that can never be complete Engaging my curiosity to its peak Your mind is the deepest part of the sea And I’m anxious to explore what lies beneath Intertwined in your vines of enigma Of which I don’t want to leave
date the person who says, “have fun, be safe, and call if you need anything” not the person who gets mad at you for going out w/o them
partnership not ownership
Reblog until I die
This can apply to friendship as well. Not everyone’s schedule’s always align for the gang to hang out all together. It’s ok, there’s always next time.
Hotel Books, I Always Thought I Would Be Okay (via help-n-quotes)
you are the dancing queen
Chameleon
Changing colors quickly Absorbing its surroundings Treads through life frightened Gets by on short bursts of excitement But when alone hue is unknown Looking for a shade to call home
Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)
