i never get tired of tumblr

anonymous asked:

So u wanna explain why u never reply to my asks but I see u be replying to everyone else's? Lmao don't "I have like 80+ asks" bullshit me

Well, I do get a lot of asks plus Tumblr isn’t my life man. I work, sleep, read, and play games. Tumblr is sort of the last thing I do in the day now so when I’m all tired I don’t really feel like replying to a shit load of messages and I’ll only do a few. I’m sorry for not being superman or dedicating my life to Tumblr

What if someone who is so constant suddenly disappears out of your life? Maybe that’s why, I don’t like getting attached. I don’t like the idea of giving someone the power to destroy my heart by choosing to walk away. I want to guard my heart. I want to save myself.
So please,
if your heart
ever gets tired
of understanding
the people you love—
when they keep
on taking you
for granted—
it’s time for you
to close your eyes
and take a deep breath,
make them realize
that a kind heart
also needs a rest,
when they already
felt exhausted.
—  ma.c.a // I feel something, and it’s okay

The first time she said it, he was on the floor, looking for something.

“I love you.”

It was quiet, as if a passing thought, but he froze, like it was the most important thing in the world.

“Say it again,” he said, turning to look at her.

“I love you.” She whispered.

And there was something about the way she sat there, quivering like a leaf, that made him want to sit down and hold her forever.

“I love you I love you I love you.”

She was getting much too brave, and the words rolled off her tongue like they’d been waiting for a long time to be heard.

“I have been too afraid all my life.” She said. “But I am tired now. Screw building walls and hiding emotions.

"I am fucking terrified, and perhaps I don’t know much. But I love you,” she laughed. “I know that I love you.”

—  S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #55 
I want to be okay with the fact that you’re not here. I want to continue living my life everyday with a smile on my face because at least I have you, even if there are oceans between us. But the truth is I am not okay with this distance. I am not okay with being away from you. Everyday is a struggle and everyday it does not get easier. I love you, I love you so much and I will wait, I will wait as long as I have to, to be by your side…but being away from you, it’s slowly killing me. I’m tired, I’m tired of going to bed at night without you by my side.
I will get mad.” he said while looking directly at her eyes. “Sometimes I will run out of words and be silent for a minute or two. I will get cold when there’s something wrong with my day. I will get tired and feel lousy because of the stress that surrounds me. You see, sometimes I will be a storm to your sunny life. A disturbing wave to your calm tides.” he paused and slowly grabbed her hands. He placed it in his chest and continued, “But you will always have the courage, for you can turn me into something I thought I could never be—in the nicest way possible. Because you can soften everything that hardens my heart. You can break all the walls I’ve built around me. You can always make me happy and I promise that I will do my best to do more than just the same to you.
—  ma.c.a // Light and Darkness
I am so tired. I am so, so tired trying to prove my recovery. Sometimes I just feel so bad and people never help. It feels like people are out to get me and force me into relapsing. Sometimes relapsing feels easier than fighting it. I am so, so tired. Please stop. You don’t even know, I’m doing this more for you than for myself. Please stop.
—  dream-soluna 

Quick confession: he leaves me breathless and renders me speechless all the time

I think the hardest part about losing you
was that I didn’t just lose the boy
who called me pretty even when I hadn’t showered in 3 days,
the boy who once kissed me in the rain with tears in his eyes

I lost my best friend
the only person who knows what my favorite time of day is
and why
the only person who’s calmed me down after a day of nightmares

I’ve lost so much more
than anyone can imagine
and I hear what youre asking
I’m just trying to make it easier on you

—  Conscious//kayla
As a person who hates getting left behind, I think about leaving too much. I always wanted to leave everyone and everything behind. But recently I have been wanting to stay. And I’m afraid that I might stay for the wrong reasons.
—  i understand why everyone left now. and it’s too late
Darling, I hope that you’ll meet someone who always knew what you deserve. From the things you wanted to feel to the words you needed to hear. I hope you will meet someone who will not mock you—laugh at you when you started blurting out all the crazy things that touched your heart. Someone who will not walk away from you when you started telling them about all the precious things—that runs through your mind. I hope you will meet someone who will not only promise you to stay, but also do everything just to keep you with them. I hope you will meet someone who will embrace every little piece of you. Someone who understands your passion and supports you in loving it . And if you meet that someone, I hope that there will be mutual feelings between the two of you. That even if you are the moon and he is the sun, both of you will always remember that you always light each other’s life. That when you get tired, he will always be there to lift you up—and the same thing as for you to him. I hope you will find someone who will make you feel all the best things you deserve to experience. Because like other people in this world, you deserve to be genuinely happy, even if you thought that you will never be.
—  ma.c.a // Sunlight and Moonlight, Makes a Day
Eventually, you will leave me. And I am aware of that. I know there’s a possibility that I will wake up one morning without any trace of you on my bed. I will no longer feel your chest, your skin, and your warmth. I know there’s a possibility that I will cease to hear your voice over the phone again, your stories and even your whispers at night. I know there’s a possibility that one of these days you will get tired of holding my hand, kissing my cheeks, understanding my mood and wiping all of my tears away. I know there’s a possibility that one of these days I will start counting my years again because you will fade slowly. I know, there’s a possibility that the smile I gave to you will disappear and be replaced with a new one. All of these things might happen - maybe tomorrow, the next day or even next week. I am aware of that. But before the skies take me away from you, let me say that I’m grateful I have met someone like you. I’m glad that all of these things happened in my life.
—  E.J. Cenita
And please understand
that I will never
get tired of listening
to the songs
of your lonely heart—
even if I failed
to understand it
—  ma.c.a // I’m sorry if my silence hurts you so bad