short life lesson

You couldn’t look at me.

I was right there, and you couldn’t look at me.

Maybe it killed you to see that I could smile without you, that I could laugh with someone who wasn’t you. Maybe you finally realized that I could breathe and live, and that I didn’t need you after all.

Because at some point I got tired of chasing, chasing someone who was never going to come around. I was a fool, going back and forth playing your stupid, little game. The difference between you and I though, I tried to get through to your heart - I cared, I loved, and you didn’t. You could’ve let me in, you should’ve let me in, you needed to let me in.

But you made a decision, and your decision wasn’t me.

—  c.f. // “game over”
  • me, 50% of the time: i should really focus on my german
  • me, the other 50% of the time: i want to learn all the languages!!!1!1!1

What if I can’t love you the way you deserve to be loved? Maybe that’s why we should go our separate ways and that this is a good thing, maybe that’s the silver lining.

You deserve someone who can give you more than you could ever know, more than this world could ever offer. You carry a very beautiful soul that should be cherished with every inch of love that exists, even if you don’t believe that.

And maybe I can’t do any of that.

Maybe it’s just not me.

—  c.f. // “I guess this time it was me”
She decided to end false friendships right at this moment but no one will notice. All she has to do is to never bother to talk to you first; but she will still treat you nicely. There’s nothing wrong in being nice to a stranger anyway.
—  Ammaryllis (her-alter-idem)

Stand in front of the ocean,
Breathe in its salt,
Take in its veracity,
Remind yourself of its temperament,
Watch it’s endlessness humble your soul.

Stand in front of the ocean,
The first person that you think about - That’s the person you love.

—  Things I’ve learnt
Can I glue all the pieces of my heart back together again? I promise not to let anyone break it again.
—  The Memories
I was losing my grip and you just stood there, watching me, suffocating and drowning, until I couldn’t make another sound. I was losing me, losing myself, and you didn’t stop me. You knew exactly what I was doing, where I was going, how this would all turn out, and not once, did you ever try and stop me. Maybe that’s why I could never seem to let you back in, because you left me. And even though I pushed and pushed, you were supposed to come back. No matter how far, you were supposed to come back, you were always supposed to come back, but you didn’t. And now, I have no one, because it was supposed to be you. It should’ve been you, it was always you.
—  c.f. // “growing up is full of shit”

anonymous asked:

Oh my gosh thank you so SO much!!! That is a really, really big help and I seriously cannot thank you enough for taking the time to help me out with my pronunciation!! You are, quite frankly, completely wonderful.

No worries! I still don’t like register that anyone other than people living in Iceland actually….want and try to study it, but I’m here to help those who do! (for whatever reason)

The art of not reading.

~ Arthur Schopenhauer, Essays and Aphorisms

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I keep saying ‘I don’t need you’ hoping I would stop, little do I know that it only makes me need you even more.
—  The Memories
I’m just scared you know? What if I fall in love with him and he leaves? What if he leaves just like the rest of them? I’m not ready for that, I don’t want that mess again. I just now picked up all my broken pieces; I really, really don’t want to do that again.
—  c.f. // “I’m fragile, handle with care”
I haven’t walked away yet, I haven’t quite given up, and that’s because I guess I just haven’t had enough yet.
—  c.f. // “my 2pm confession”
You’ve become accustomed to failing; at life, love. Anything you’ve set your mind…you’ve conditioned yourself to think you’ve failed. I’m not even sure you know success, even when it’s beating down all your doors.
—  Quinn De'Ramiere