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Kinda just a sad apple

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if you dream girl is her… if your dream girl is her, tell her i’m sorry. tell her i’m sorry i couldn’t let go. tell her i’m sorry for the times i facebook, twitter, myspace, and even today instagram stalk her. tell her i’m sorry for the times i accidentally double tapped her picture then quickly undid it. tell her i’m sorry i called her a thunderstorm because you made my life so gray. if your dream girl is her, tell her that i’m sorry. i’m sorry i took your heart and gave it a few more cracks than it started with. tell her that fireball works better than “im sorry” when trying to mend it. im sorry he’s got scars in places he won’t ever show you. tell her you can’t fix a leak in a roof in a fucking rain storm. tell her that you’re not a hole in a roof you’re a sunny summer day. tell her you aren’t a summer day, you are the summer. my favourite season. if your dream girl is her, tell her i’m sorry that i loved you first. tell her i’m sorry she won’t ever get to say that. tell her i wish she could. tell her i didn’t deserve it. tell her i’m sorry he was a house i could never see the beauty in. if your dream girl is her, i’m sorry. im sorry that he won’t ever be able to look into your brown eyes without seeing me. im sorry that when a song comes on in the car he has to turn it off. tell her i’m sorry there are stories she can’t hear. tell her i’m sorry i made your heart a construction site. im sorry she spent months trying to tear down ur walls while i was helping you put the god damn drywall up. tell her i’m sorry it took me so long to see clearly. tell her i’m sorry i want him back. tell her i’m sorry i’m still writing these fucking letters. tell her im sorry that you found him as an abandoned house. im sorry i keep making metaphors for houses. if your ex girl is her… if your ex girlfriend is her tell her, it’s okay. it’s okay for the times you liked my posts accidentally at 2AM on Facebook or twitter or Instagram or whatever. it’s okay you unlinked it. it’s okay you look at my stuff, i can’t imagine losing a boy like this either.

a letter to the new girl, from the old girl who broke up with your boyfriend but still regrets it by Heather Vance (via phyerfly)

Let me leave before the ones I love, for losing them would kill me anyway.“ - "I fell in love with a world through her eyes.” - “She was not for everyone but she was for me.” - “She was everything real in this world of make believe.” - “She wasn’t looking for a knight, she was looking for a sword.

Atticus (via depressionheadlock)

Here’s to the next boy I fall in love with I will love you unconditionally all I ask is your attention and time I will put you first I just ask that you do the same I understand things but please explain them to me still I am clingy please allow yourself to be clingy towards me as well it reassures me of that my feelings are valid I promise to tell you all of my secrets and share my dreams and please be supportive and understanding of them I want to know everything about you from your childhood to how your day was because chances are I would love to see a smile on your face. I promise that I will love with all my being just please promise to love me just as much.

I am always the one to love more and Im doing my best to fix it (via megaulrasad)

“You need to stop chasing after him, knowing fully well that he doesn’t want to be caught…by you” I said hoping she’ll realise that I’m the one she should love. “You’re right” she said nodding her head “I need to be real with myself” tears started falling from her eyes, I had to stop my hand from wiping them away “I need to stop chasing after him” she looked at me with her sad eyes “I need to let you go”

p.s.w (via poems-she-wrote)

Sometimes in life you get given a knight in shining armor or a retard in tin foil. It may seem like a dumb choice. You know, “pick the knight” but honey let me tell you a secret, that knight is more in love with himself than he is with you. So hun, pick the retard in tin foil, because truth be told he’s wearing that just for you.

poems-she-wrote (via poems-she-wrote)

He wasn’t the kind of guy all the girls fell for. He wasn’t tall but he wasn’t short. His hair didn’t swoop nor was it the perfect shade brown, and he lacked a flawlessly chiseled body. But despite all this, he did have a chiseled soul, so incised that its only explanation was buried within the hammer and nail of God himself. He had freckles on his shoulders, and his teeth weren’t perfectly straight. But damn, the way his eyes wrote novels when he caught her looking at him through the cracks in the crowded room was enough proof of a fiery soul and wicked mind for anyone who dared to notice.