but never say goodbye

i don’t hate the end, it has its pros and cons and i think it was a decent end to legacy but i would of liked a better portrayal of tord’s character

It’s painful to say goodbye to someone you don’t want to let go, but more painful to ask someone to stay when you know they want to leave.
—  Wordsbymymind

Listen I am so here for platonic “I love you"s. I don’t care if you think "I love you” is some sacred phrase to only utter to one person in your life, i don’t care if you think it makes me look overbearing. I say “I love you” to my friends every time I say goodbye because I want them to know 100% without a doubt that I care for them and love them and am there for them so so much.

Even if you called 6 months later at 3 am, I’d still answer; I’ll always care.
—  Unknown

a piece of me
still loves you,

a part of me
still holds onto us.
unable to let go,
unable to clear my mind of you.
unable to peel off your name
that’s engraved in my heart
and the heaviness that follows with every letter that falls
all the memories
and all the laughter.

All the love.

Not wanting to cut the cord that
connects me with you
Not wanting to forget
the way you used to look at me
and the butterflies that made it hard to breathe
but helped me learn to fly again.


Not willing to let go of the map that leads to you
cause our paths were meant to intersect

I ran in the opposite direction but
Everything leads back to you,
and the way you kissed me that night.

My first kiss, my first love.
More than anything
wanting you to be my last.

But this time seems like the last,

I need to let you go
because you already did
you
are not there
you
are not here
and I need to remind my heart
that
you
are not
mine
anymore.

—  a stained heart | 02.15.14 | (this-wastedlove)
Walking away from you was harder than I ever thought it would be. All I wanted to do was hold on to you and never let go. Sadly, I had no choice but to leave..
—  L.N. | losing you
I compare him to you a lot,” she says, a smile growing on her lips.
“The way he looks at me, you never looked at me like that. Like I was something precious, something to cherish. You never listened, you’d brush away my views and opinions and insist you were right. He doesn’t. He listens, takes in my view and respects it. You never held me like he does. You’d make it seem like a chore, something you had to do. He takes my hand when I don’t expect it, pulls me close and kisses me like he can’t stop himself.” Her smile is beaming, but it’s not for him.
Not anymore.
“I compare him to you a lot because now I see how bad you were for me. I thought I was happy with you, but now I know I am so much happier with him than I ever was with you.
—  Excerpt from the book I’ll never write
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here’s some stuff i did cuz it’s been a while since i posted or whatever
the last max is just me redrawing the max @ttoba did on twitter c r i e s
also, i wanted to use the way @zoruui colours, but i didnt have photoshop so i had to both improvise and suffer on sai

6am : I was about to pick up my phone and answer your call.

11am : I was about to read a message—reminding that I should never starve myself.

3pm : I was about to tell you how stressed I am—how I wish that I was already at home.

7pm : I was about to see you. So we could eat our favorite dinner together. Sweet moments and bright smiles that could make me forget that I had a bad day.

11pm until midnight : We never have the chance to say goodbye because none of us wanted to cut our conversation, but we always ended up sleeping with a joyful soul.

And if today you’ll still want to know how my day went, I just wanted to tell you that in my heart, nothing has been the same.

—  ma.c.a // I miss the little things
and i never really got to say goodbye
but maybe that was my fault
my fault for thinking that somewhere in your kisses and your promises and your smiles there was an apology hidden in there
but there was no “i’m sorry i’m doing this to you” and no other explanation for the way you left or why it even happened in the first place
i guess you could say i’m confused, or still in love, but at this point i don’t know which one is worse
it’s been almost five months and i still lie awake at night wondering if you’ve forgotten the sound of my laugh or why my father and i don’t get along
i think maybe i’m kidding myself because it’s childish to think someone who almost loved you still cares enough to wonder if you slept alright last night, right?
it’s childish to think that someone who swore they’d never get you out of their head still remembers your favorite color and your middle name, right?
—  not a day has gone by where i don’t try to hold on to the areas of my body that used to have your lips pressed against them
Goodbyes
are the hardest feeling 
for someone
who believes in the magic
of love.
—  J.D.