breakups and healing

I suddenly realized it. The way to get over you isn’t by hooking up with some random guy or pretending like we didn’t happen. You and I loved each other. And then you broke my heart. I’ve been doing everything possible not to face that fact… I’m gonna kiss somebody someday. And when I do, it’ll be for me.
—  Blair Waldorf
One day someone will walk into your life and get it right where everyone else got it wrong. One day you won’t have to wait for a call or a text back. One day you won’t be the only one giving your all. One day you’ll finally meet someone who wants to help you grow in life. One day you’ll finally meet someone who isn’t afraid to give “love” another chance. One day you’ll finally meet someone you can trust with everything. One day you’ll have your best friend, your biggest supporter and your teammate all wrapped up into one person.
—  IG@woodtheinspiration
when he leaves, frame the footsteps; burn your tenth-grade biology textbook when it tells you that fossils are a one-in-a-million chance. make fossils anyway. watch the news when they exclaim that INFLATION IS RISING IN CURRENCY, IN EVERY ASPECT OF LIFE and
ask yourself how it feels to ruin the world.
remember that you have done that every day since you were six. the time your best friend broke down on a thursday night while you were drunk in the best way possible. when your brother’s dog died and he found her by himself. how your grandfather is recovering from a surgery alone. he has been in rehab for sixteen days.
when he leaves, frame the footsteps. hang them on the wall beside yours.
—  lonely again (catherine w // sempiternalwriting)
I was a mess
with tattered
pieces of me,
scattered all around
my fragile body.
When you came
and stood in front of me,
you gave me a hand
and helped me to stand
with my own feet,
you said I was
a beautiful scar
that needs curing,
a stunning sun that
was crowded with gray clouds,
a moon that was blinded
by little shining stars.
I let you hold me for a while,
until I finally found myself
healing and falling in love.
When you came I realized
one thing that made me
glad and sad at the same time,
that a person can heal you
with their genuine heart,
yet there’s no assurance
that they will catch you
when you fall
for them so hard.
—  ma.c.a // When You Came, I Thought Love Was Meant to Last
The truth is that I’m afraid to dive into someone new. How can I not be? I’m still emptying my lungs from the last time I fell into someone’s waters and explored the depths of them. It’ll be years before I’m done wringing the wetness out of my hair, before I stop smelling the salt of their oceans on my skin. Learning someone new is frightening now. It’s not the adventure it was before. I’m no longer bitter for my heartbreak. My reluctance isn’t a decision I made with a sour mouth. I’m just exhausted by the idea of feeling for someone new. Of treading water with small talk and stories about our childhoods. When I think of him, I am afraid of sinking so deeply into someone again that I am lost to them. In that, I realize I am most afraid that I won’t sink at all. That I’ll always be treading water with anyone that isn’t him. That anyone after him will only know how to meet me at the surface.
—  pardis alia.