âi am tired and uninspired. i am used batteries. i am talentless and stale. i am a book thatâs been read and now sits on the shelf. i am a broken guitar string. i am useless. i am invisible. everyday i feel like iâm at war with the world. some days i feel like iâm standing on the tallest mountain screaming at the top of my lungs, âlook at me, please look at me.â if loneliness ever needed a definition, itâd be me. i see countless faces everyday but do they see me? i am alone. i am invisible.â
â dandelion hands
Itâs gonna hurt. Fuck, itâs gonna hurt like hell. When you give everything you have to someone, and itâs still not enough, itâs going to rip you apart inside. Then itâll slowly start to get better. Youâll think about things other than them. Youâll find ways to occupy your mind. Some days youâll still wake up wanting to call them just to say good morning. Youâll still spend some days crying and listening to sad songs that remind you of them. Youâll fall asleep crying because it doesnât feel right without them there. Thatâs okay. Itâs okay that it hurts. But itâs okay for it to get better, too. Itâs okay to let yourself heal. Itâs okay to go get drunk in hopes that youâll get them off your mind, but itâs okay to dance around your room in your underwear because you feel actually happy, too. Life isnât going to stop. I know right now it feels like the world has stopped turning, but it hasnât. Youâll make new friends and meet new people. Eventually, youâll stop thinking about them altogether. And you might remember them forever. They might have a small part of you forever. But youâll change. Youâll grow. And one day you might even wonder why you loved them, because you recognize that you didnât deserve to be hurt like that. Itâs okay to be okay.
this really speaks to me (via seeing-rouge)
I keep on trying to let you go Dying to let you know How I'm getting on I didn't cry when you left at first But now that you're dead it hurts This time I gotta know Where did my daddy go? I'm not entirely here Half of me has disappeared
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Someone: wow you're really mature for your age
Me: thanks, it's the childhood of abuse and neglect that forced me to grow up and learn how to care for myself and protect myself long before a child should have had to
The people who come running to hug you after you havenât seen them in awhile are my favorite type of people.
hopeless romantic with trust issues and a sex drive out the roof
Nine hours ago, I was curled into a ball, repeating your name, asking why it felt wrong rolling off my tongue.
Twelve months ago, I was whispering you good night on the phone, praying for the day you could sleep next to me.
Thirteen years ago, I never would have believed heart break hurts this bad. It shouldnât hurt this bad.
12/19/13 (via lovebatmanswifey)
Sometimes I find myself sitting in one spot for hours, staring at nothing, thinking of nothing, feeling nothing, and most disturbingly, caring about nothing.
Mahbod Seraji (via quotemadness)
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iâm pb&j - petty, bitter and jealous
love. love isnât having butterflies all the time, i think love is calm. love is comfortable. i could sit in silence with you for the rest of our lives and it would mean more than a thousand words with anyone else.
love. (via place0fperfecti0n)
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