Biancadropkicks

It's been two year since we've last spoken. I do not mention your name, no longer bringing you up in polite conversation. It's been two years of silence; two years of wondering what was the last straw before you gave up on me. I still think of you; still wonder what I could have done differently. Spoken softer, or maybe just less; made myself smaller, cut my personality up into bite size, easy to swallow pieces. I wonder what I could have done differently to make you stay. Maybe there wasn't anything that could have been done; maybe we were only ever meant to ruin each other. I still look for you; chase the love you gave me in every person I talk to. I love you, still. Still, you.

— Noor Shirazie, Into the Wildfire: Battle Scars

Don’t spend another year doing the same shit.

— Yumi Sakugawa (via spirituallyminded)

don’t!!! fake!!!! your!!!! interests!!!! to!!!! make!!!! someone!!!! like!!!!! you!!!!

don’t!!! bury!!!! your!!!! interests!!! to!!!!! make!!!! someone!!!! like!!!!! you!!!!

— R.M Drake

people who text me when I’m sleeping or at work have no idea how happy it makes me like finishing work and reading cute messages or waking up and reading sweet messages like I can’t think of anything better REALLY

me again, pick up

Gia (1998) dir. Michael Cristofer

I’m happy, hurting and healing at the same time. God bless my heart.

Noor Shirazie (via noorshirazie)

Letting go of somebody is one of the hardest things. There’s always something that brings them back to your mind. Then, you’re stuck with those memories again. But, it’s all you’ve got left of them. So, you roll with it until they fade; only for those memories to come back. No matter how hard you try, that person and those memories will never leave you. It’s a vicious cycle.

They say there’s pleasure in pain. Even though they’re not in your life anymore, deep down you know you don’t want to forget. Why is that? Like I said before, that’s all you’ve got left of them. You don’t want to lose them. So, you endure the pain so you can keep holding on to not just them, but the memories and the feelings you felt back then. It hurts so bad, but yet you hold on. We all hate to lose, even if ‘losing’ will bring a peace of mind. It’s just the way we’re built, isn’t it?

I want a home mostly just to welcome people into it. There will be bowls of candy for guests, and the cookie jar is full. I’ll always say “I was just about to make a coffee/tea/cocoa, would you like one?” when somebody walks in. There’s lemonade and iced tea made fresh on hot days. Once it hits That Hour and they start saying they really should be going, I’ll remind them that the futon is always open, and I’m making cinnamon rolls tomorrow. There’s champagne and sparkling juice hidden on a high shelf just in case somebody announces their engagement or their pregnancy or their new job while they’re here. There is an extra chair in the living room, at the table, and on the deck, and it’s for you. I want to be able to say “if you’re ever in trouble, come to me.”

So many people from your past know a version of you that doesn’t exist anymore.

— Albert Camus, Notebooks (via books-n-quotes)

— (via 5weetsorrow)

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via books-n-quotes)