I stopped shaving my legs every other day
I stopped only eating citras and drinking a gallon of water a day
I started smoking weed with my friends
I stopped bringing my phone with me to Temple, to coffee houses, to record stores, to concerts
I stopped ignoring my family and started baking cookies and pancakes with bananas and nuts and apples
I’ve made 32 pancakes since Friday,
I’ve burnt 13 but I’m getting there
I won’t let you burn me anymore I’m so fucking sick of flames
Turns out I don’t get off on pain
I don’t get off on being treated like a toy
I do not enjoy having a collection of sticky notes covered in conversation topics because you never held up your end
It’s true that one person always loves more but the other side needs to give something
You knew this would happen I have to go for my own self respect
I should’ve known when you stopped sending good morning texts
Or when your texts didn’t come at all until
late at night
When your words were always about sex
Maybe I should have turned my phone off or blocked your number when you told me about the first girl
Or the second or the third
But I thought you were worth it that I’d never find a better guy
You always listened you respected my boundaries
It’s probably easy when you have six other girls who will give you what I protect
I’m not picking up this time
I’m not checking your timeline I’m not listening to your music
I’m not dying my hair your favorite color or getting a tattoo
You
You don’t deserve my kind of love
Not from me,
You deserve a quiet love that won’t take up too much time
You killed me over and over again
You wasted and
disrespected me without even noticing
My heart has been replaced with beetles and old peach pits but soon
You won’t live there anymore to poison my wood
Flowers will bloom in my brain once again
Watered by my own love and confidence
Planted by me for me
You will never see them
Lilacs and roses were my favorite before you
Fuck your daisies you’re the one who cut them down
—  I Always Grow Back
If I had to tell you my biggest regret, that would be prioritizing a guy that didn’t even treat me like how I deserve to be treated and ignoring a guy that treated me like I was a star.
—  heart2heartwritings
While you were falling in love with her, I was trying so hard to not let my feelings for you became even deeper.
—  Because we were friends and friends should not have feelings for each other. // Excerpt from the book I’ll never write #54
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Ok so recently thought of an AU where Marco suffers from Hanahaki Disease and hides it from Star. Star recovered the disease throughout surgery and continued life by loving Tom or something like that… You guys could suggest me some ideas to expand this idea haha

One day, I will fully accept that you can’t be mine.
— 

Just wait. // Excerpt from the book I’ll never write #7

23/09/2015

The people who are interested in my personality don’t find my appearance suitable with their taste.
The people who find my appearance attractive don’t have enough patience to get to know my personality.
The people who are both into my appearance and my personality either can’t connect to me on a deeper level or whom I don’t find attracted to.
—  Why I am still single
Do I mind texting first? No, I will show that I care about you. Do I mind texting first for weeks and basically talk to myself for a whole conversation? Yeah, I kinda do. So forgive me if I’m done trying.
—  you had your chances
I look at you now and you look like more than just my friend. I wish I could tell you this. I wish I can tell you how much I need you and how much I want you. I wish you knew that you give me butterflies everytime we talk and everytime we hangout and everytime you text me or call me or smile at me. I wish you understood how much it hurts to call you a friend when you mean so much more than that. I wish you understood that you have taken up a place in my heart I didn’t even want to give you. But I know you don’t feel the same, it’s a gut feeling. And still there is a part of me that doesn’t accept it, that continues to love you, that is a hopeless romantic, that wants our hangouts to turn into dates, that wants our conversations to end with kisses, that wants to hold you close and not just hug you.
—  I wish you’d just give me a chance to show you what we could be because I know we would be amazing // JustScribbledWords