best book of my life

Best friends are supposed to be there for each other. Best friends are supposed to get through issues and problems between them. Best friends are supposed to have each other’s backs no matter what. So what happened between us? Best friends aren’t supposed to cut each other off without warning. I guess we weren’t really “best friends” after all.
—  ex best friend
I miss you, I don’t have a best friend anymore, sure I have close friends, but no one is there like we were for each other. I hope you miss me too.
—  give me a call
What do you miss the most about him?”

“I’m not sure,” she whispered, looking down to the ground, “I’m not even sure if I do miss him. I miss the memories, and I miss talking to him and the way he made me feel. But I still don’t know if miss him, you know?“

—  am i supposed to miss him? | a.m
I’ve let myself get walked on. I’ve let myself be ridiculed. I’ve let myself be treated poorly. All because I was scared to lose those people. I was scared to lose the people that didn’t care that they hurt my feelings and put me down. Isn’t is sad what we put ourselves through for people that wouldn’t do the same for us?
—  Chapters from my life
Once you graduate high school, you see who your real friends are. People change. Someone who you thought was your best friend will cut you off completely. Some of us enter high school with plenty of friends and end with only a few close ones. Others of us enter high school with only a few close friends and end with no friends at all. It’s just how life is. It’s like that sometimes. It sucks but it happens to almost everyone.
—  real friends // excerpt from a book I’ll never write #14
You know what? Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking dare try and pin this shit on me. You left me right when I needed you the most and you know it. Yet you have the audacity to say that you didn’t back out? That you didn’t do the same thing countless others have in the past, that you’re still here for me? Fuck that. It’s bullshit and we both know it.

Nothin’ like a good old milkshake pozol date ♥ ♥ ♥

I have other things planned for the actual 14th, but in case helping my sister with her wedding shopping prevents me from completing the other stuff I wanted to do, consider this my early celebration pic. Happy chocolate-! I mean Valentine’s day!

That feeling when you get your best friend back. That’s the best feeling in the world. To be reunited with the one you’ve known since you were kids. The one who has been there to see you at your worst and your best. The one who you’ve had the craziest adventures with. The one who will always be there for you no matter what. No matter how many fights you get in, they’ll still always be your best friend. Thank you for still being my true best friend.
—  My best friend is back
If he can make you laugh and forget how awful your day was, don’t let him go. If he can make your heart explode with nothing but a smile, don’t let him go. If he clouds your mind with happy thoughts and daydreams, don’t let him go. If he can calm you down, not just with his words, but with the sound of his voice, don’t let him go. If he sends tingles up your arm when you brush hands, don’t let him go. If he would do anything to make you happy, don’t let him go, even for a second. Love can slip through our fingers as easily as gravel in the wind, and if you let it go, there’s no guarantee it’ll come back. So fall in love and hold on tight, because when you find the person you want to be with forever and ever and ever, holding on can’t be an obligation, it has to be a choice. But when you’re with the right person, it should be the easiest choice you’ll ever make.
—  Never Ever Let Go
I want to lie down, to go to sleep. But my problems don’t sleep with me. They relay round my head, each time going faster.
—  Classy

The hardest part
Is when something happens
That makes me so excited
Or so sad
Or so angry

And you’re still the only person
Who’d ever understand

—  Letters to my ex best friend X ( @prolixen )

We drifted apart.
The tide was rising and we didn’t know how to save each other so we fell apart to save ourselves.

I miss him now. The way he used to gently brush my hair behind my ear. The way we used to talk on the phone till early in the morning, half-asleep. The way we lied to our parents just to steal kisses.
He was my friend before he was my lover.
And I don’t have resentment for the way he had to leave.
I just hope he is doing well.
I hope he found someone who can love him in all the ways I couldn’t.
I hope he found happiness again, instead of the desolation that always shrouded him.
I could never calm the raging storms in his head, or be there for him when he couldn’t catch his breath on the nights his thoughts got too overwhelming for him to hold himself together. I hope she can.
I hope the ghosts of our memories don’t haunt him at night
And I hope he finally found peace.

—  Tamarind Fall; Writing prompt: An ex lover is talking about how they miss their boy but they hope their love is doing well and they hope he found happiness and they hope he is at peace finally.

nobody asked but i counted all times neil josten says something/one is “fine”

41 times in total, 28 of them are “I’m fine”


anonymous asked:

"He's in love with you"

“He’s in love with you, you know?” She said to me, sadness laced her eyes.

I felt bad, because I know he loves me. And if I really let myself, I could love him just as much. But I can’t let myself love him because my best friend loves him.

“He does?” I ask, feigning innocence. If I pretend I don’t know, will that spare her feelings?

“I’m glad,” she started, throwing me off guard, “if there was anyone he could love that wasn’t me, at least it’s you. At least it’s someone who’ll care for him and love him.”

The sadness was still in her eyes, but there was hope behind her words. She was as sincere as she’d ever been, and that’s why she is my best friend. She’s caring, compassionate and wonderful.

And one day, I think he could love her more than he could have ever loved me.

Why is everything I love ripped from my hands
—  Can I just have a break?// t.q.
I love him for the little laugh in the back of his throat he does when he reads something funny. I love him for the way he smiles so big you can never see his eyes in pictures. I love him for the way his shoulders move side to side when he walks. I love him for the way he sometimes doesn’t get my jokes, but laughs anyway to make me feel better. I love that when I do something silly, he’ll laugh with me and not at me. I love that I can talk about whatever for as long as I need and he’ll patiently listen to me until I feel better. I love that he always asks me what’s wrong again when I tell him once, “I’m fine.” I love him because I smile when little words and phrases he uses slowly slip into my vocabulary and I all of a sudden find myself using them, no matter how annoying they are. I love him because he changed my endless string of bad days into a blur of laughter and smiles and happiness. He made the sun shine when it was raining and I’ve never me anyone else who could do that. So, yes, I love him, and this is why.
—  Why Do You Love Him?