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I wonder…
with tears in my eyes i had begged for your love yet all you did was brush me off like dust
- babynightmarebluebird
Anonymous asked:
Is my life really worth this? Am I really worth this fight? On one hand i want to win this But I also want to die. So who am I to judge? Which option is best, Or should I say; sufficient. Maybe my days will guide me, To an abbys of death, or To the hope of existence. From hereafter I will rely on my fate To determine my future and to Help me decide whether I'm really worth this fight. Or whether I should bring to life my death-wish. Back from when i was at my lowest. Hope someone can relate
Anonymous asked:
I use to believe that he deserved to be loved even if he did not love me back. It took me years to realize that if only I had given myself the love I gave to him, I wouldn’t have believed he deserved my love at all.
This is so true in so many ways
Anonymous asked:
I guess what hurt me the most wasn’t that he is happy because he isn’t. He let me go for someone who can’t make him happy.
“But the saddest thing in life isn’t the love you’d never have; it is the love you could never explain.”
“I’d much rather be the sole occupant of a raft going down the tunnel of love instead of sharing a sinking ship in an ocean of contempt.”
— suir
“The harsh reality is ; I will never stop loving you. I still love you. I will always love you. I just learned how to survive without you.”
— Remnants//Conee Berdera
“I am a strong believer that fate exists. That everything happens for a reason. That the people we have in our lives are in our lives without accident. There is always meaning. Explainable or unexplainable. There is no such thing as luck. We are all here for a purpose. All we have to do is believe.”
— Juansen Dizon, Confessions of a Wallflower page 257
“I was so drunk on every word you uttered. ‘I love you,’ you said. As you softly caressed my cheek. My heart fluttered with so much delight. Yet I paused with wonder. For when was the last time you told someone else the exact same thing?”
— The Last Time // Conee Berdera
Always
I’m not sure if i know what love really is.
I just know the love i have to give.
The type of love where you build her up.
With kind words and hot coco in her favorite cup.
The type of love that needs no second guessing.
One that doesn’t require undressing.
The type of love you deserve.
Even if i have to sit back, and observe.
Because that’s what love is.
Finding happiness for that one special soul.
No matter how much it hurts, you pay the toll.
- beaner