this book will break your heart read it

What do you think is worse,” she asked quietly, twisting her favourite bracelet around her wrist, “having your heart broken or breaking a heart?” Her friend glanced at her curiously but she wouldn’t meet his gaze. She couldn’t, not with the guilt that was clearly written across her face.
“It depends, I guess,” he replied carefully. “Having your heart broken is awful, especially in the exact moment it happens. You feel as though your airways have been cut. You forget how to breathe. At first you feel too much and then you’re in denial and feel nothing at all, just emptiness. But it gets better. Sometimes within months, and sometimes it takes you years to move on. But eventually you’ll heal.” She looked up, biting the inside of her cheek. “And if you break a heart?”
He hesitated, pointedly glancing at her wrist. “Well, you can’t break a heart and be careful about it. You can’t make it hurt any less, no matter how much you don’t want the person you love to be in pain. I’d say breaking someone’s heart scars you just as much as having your own heart broken.” When she didn’t say anything, he spoke again. “Are you about to break someone’s heart?” Slowly she took off her silver bracelet and placed it on the table. He recognised it now as it sparkled faintly in the bright light - it was the bracelet her boyfriend had given her on their first anniversary. “Yes,” she replied with tears in her eyes, touching the bare inside of her wrist, “I’m afraid I am.
—  Excerpt
And I truly hope
that no matter
how many times
your heart breaks,
it will still have
the courage that
will open its door
and let you
feel love
once again.
—  ma.c.a // Please be brave, my heart
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
—  Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum
Acknowledge it.
In order to move on you need to acknowledge it or it may as well eat you alive.
Pushing it aside isn’t moving on.
You need to let yourself hurt, ache, scream in pain.
Punch the wall at 3 am and watch the blood fall from the bruises on your skin and realize you’re alive, yell at your neighbors for being annoyed by the noise, screw them for trying to stop you from reaching the peace you long for so badly.
Eat pizza and ice-cream until your stomach grows sick and now you can focus on another pain other than the one on your chest.
Isolate yourself from the world for as long as you need, drink, smoke, have nightmares.
Allow yourself to be immersed on a pit of self pity because you deserve it.
You deserve to feel pity for yourself because you were hurt and are still hurting.
Immerse yourself so you can fix yourself.
It doesn’t matter how long it takes.
Then rise from that pit and don’t look back.
Start doing the things you’ve always wanted to do and don’t feel bad for focusing on the one person that was and will always matter the most, yourself.
Acknowledge the pain but don’t let it get you down anymore for you are not the person you were 15 minutes ago, imagine 4 months ago.
Allow your heart to look for somebody else because sometimes the only way is to find someone that truly deserves all you have to offer.
Moving on doesn’t mean forgetting, it means letting go of something that no longer serves and deserves you.
—  This how to move on (kind of) - Mariana Teles Fernandes
how to get over someone

1. delete everything to do with them from your phone. EVERYTHING.

2. burn anything given to you.
(drawings, letters, clothes,etc.)

3. do NOT at all costs listen to those songs until you are completely over him. you know which ones im talking about. on yourself, get your nails done, workout, read books, take baths, treat yourself and better yourself as a person

5. flirt with others, be free you ARE single, dont take it for granted. rebounds are allowed/expected/necessary

6. If you do end up getting a boyfriend/girlfriend take things slow. don’t rush and don’t get attached too fast. its okay to take precaution but dont let it ruin your life.


Blue– every oversized hug playing off memories of rain kissing away summer plays, these weighted reflections slicing book marks into greeting cards. I know what drowning alone feels like, darling, it isn’t a metaphor, but I still miss you most by the ocean. Heat– blushing the color of I miss you, your hands read sonnets to the stars and we’re still making wishes like we’re light enough to hold down that red balloon– I didn’t mean to let you go. Promises– bones break in more chapters than hearts, you tell me you love me and all my thoughts start to feel light. but you love the purity of rain, the obligation to burn in winter, the pastel of spring, and I’m not calm in nature. Red– you left a meteor near every love letter signed with your lipstick, I can feel the beginning of time right between our first greetings. We went wrong when we thought that falling in love this soon would be right, so I write about it. I write you into every summer that requires the heart to break near an empty bottle of red wine, sometimes love hurts, but most of the time… we just can’t get enough. Flash– gone just like that, we used to talk to one another like we were the last ones to love this bad, rumor has it that my heart still thinks about you when I’m holding other people. Darling, the rumors are fucking true. And I can fall in love with new people, but living in the moment is just a tease when we cross by one another on the streets as just passerby strangers with nothing to say, who is this person that I used to know? Just more fool’s gold, just more fool’s gold… i didn’t mean to hurt you then, i don’t mean to sulk over this, but i’m still somewhat in love with you. Post Script– seal these goodbyes with that infamous laugh of yours, the kind of laugh that makes people wonder about the joke, the kind of soul that makes people want to relearn the alphabet of love just to spell your fucking name and get it right the first time. No more P.S. I love you, just a P.S. I miss you. No more P.S. I left a letter for you, just a P.S. maybe we’ll meet again some day. No more P.S. I had a nice day with you, just a P.S. I wish that it didn’t have to hurt so bad, but maybe if we were more honest, more loyal, more open… they say that lovers mirror one another, do you think our shadows still hold one another when no one is looking and the moon is out? Does your skin miss my touch? Does your heart feel warm when someone mentions my name? Do we still love the same from years ago? Probably not, but the thought of you is the perfect definition for bittersweet. We used to be a thousand origami serendipities, but now we’re just burning at the mouth of a shooting star still trying to grant wishes for things that once were. Love– you were enough, you were always going to be enough.
—  The Ate & The Bunso
I look back on that night I broke your heart every time. It’s been four years, and I still want to tell you what was really going through my mind. How I felt suffocated, inferior, and damaged. You didn’t do anything to help fix me. You let me cry in peace, telling me to call you once I felt better. Our relationship was damaged and doomed from the start. And my only regret is that it took me three months to realize that you had total control over me. You were always right, even when you weren’t. You always had to approve of what I did. Anything I ever did was never enough for you. You were superior to me, and we both knew that. You read me like an open book, and knew all of the button you had to press to get the right reaction. I’m not at all sorry for breaking your heart. It wasn’t the first ache your heart had felt, and it wasn’t the last, but it was an important one, I know. However, as our faith tells us both, I will tell you. Peace be with you.
—  Excerpt from a book I will never write #1170
I am hard on myself. But isn’t it better to be honest about these things before someone else can use them against you? Before someone else can break your heart? Isn’t it better to break it yourself?
—  Stephanie Perkins, Isla and the Happily Ever After
I didn’t know what I was trying to find by reading your text messages again.
—  Maybe I was lost in translating your words. Hoping that there would be something I could hold on to. 
Up close and personal Meme

Rules! Send either “Mun” or “Muse” plus a question if you want to know the answer from either from the intimate, TMI questions below!

웃    Last thing you remembering thinking before you fell asleep last night. 

☿     Something that scares you to your core. 

♒    A memory that still makes you cry. 

☑    The biggest regret of your life. 

❣     Tell us about your fist kiss. 

♥     Tell us about your first time. 

❥     The first time you had your heart broke/ detail your first major break up. 

✄    Something about yourself you’re really embarrassed or ashamed about. 

☺    A memory that always makes you laugh out loud

♪     Your OTP and what do you think it says about you and the love you want/think you deserve?

♫    Style icon? Who do you wish you looked like?

♋    Secret, guilty pleasure

☯    Strangest turn on. 

✐    Tell us a bit about your first writing project you can remember. 

✒     Tell us about your favorite book

✑    The worst book you have ever read. 

ϡ     Have you ever lied or cheated to get something you wanted, whether a lover, a grade, a toy, ect?

۵    Random piece of love advice

❂  Tell us your three wishes for yourself

✬   Do you hate anything about yourself

✣   What do you think your muse says about you?/ Your mun says about you?

✌    Something you would change of the fandom/character’s universe?

✚   Religious views? Paths to said views?

❇   Tell the truth about _____ [ asker makes up question]

This is really hard for me to say, but I think I’ve come to the relaxation that you never loved me. You never wanted anything to happen between us. You got what you wanted out of me and left. Along the way you stole my first kiss, and ever since that night I prayed that I would get to kiss you again. The thought of us never kissing again devastated me, but I’ve come to realize that I am just going to live with it. We weren’t ever meant to be anything more than friends. You are just damn good at playing with a girl’s mind. I should’ve known the whole time it would end like this. I should’ve listened to the signs because now I’m left crying and you are off laughing and smiling with her… I should’ve known you would never pick me. I wouldn’t pick me. Who would ever pick a girl like me? I wish I could just let you go…
—  Excerpts from a book I’ll never write #11

Houseki no kuni: promotional video

“In the distant future, exist a new life form called “Houseki” (gems). The 28 Gems must fight against the “Moon people” who want to attack them and turn them into decorations, thus each gem is assigned a role such as fighter or medic. Though they hopes to fight the Moon people, Phos (short for Phosphophyllite) is a Gem who is given no assignment until the Gems’ master Adamantine asks them to write a natural history book.“

This animated video was created to promote the first volume of the manga.

I will never talk to you I promised but I still wish you whisper behind my ears, say those sweet words I always wanted to hear, listen to those story of your childhood dream. Can I break this promise cause it breaks my heart not talking to you and keeping this dead silence in between.
Hurting RemusXReader

No one requested this but I just realy need to write something. 

Enjoy. -Madi 

Originally posted by your-harry-potter-imagines

Heart break hurts. Everyone knows that, it’s not like feeling yourt heart split in two can ever be a pleasant feeling. You have to witness heartbreak at least once in your life. Sometimes you witness it multiple times throughout your life, but after a while you begin to get used to it. I go through the same motions every damn time. Flirt, dream, hope endlessly, rinse and fucking repeat.

Keep reading


AKA the fic that will make you cry, laugh, and cry again.

The author: the amazing @determamfidd ! Who is fantastic and great and everything ! Even though she will break your heart repeatedely, which is not okay at all Dets, really, why do you do this to us? I kind of imagine her as being half buried under a mountain of books and reference (because of all the research that goes into her story), one hand typing frantically (because long chapters) and the other writing music (because there are songs to go with the story, and they are amazing!), all the while working on her khuzdul and elvish pronounciation (because languages! are! important! in! Sansûkh!)

The story: The battle was over, and Thorin Oakenshield awoke, naked and shivering, in the Halls of his Ancestors.The novelty of being dead fades quickly, and watching over his companions soon fills him with grief and guilt. Oddly, a faint flicker of hope arises in the form of his youngest kinsman, a Dwarf of Durin’s line with bright red hair.(Follows the story of the War of the Ring).

(Bagginshield, Gimli/Legolas) In which recovery takes time, the dead members of the Company take to watching Gimli as though he’s a soap opera, the living struggle with being left behind, Legolas is confused, Khuzdul is abused, and Thorin is four feet and ten inches of guilt and anger. 

(summary taken from the story itself)

Why I love it (and went as far as inflict more heartbreak upon myself by rereading it and finishing the available chapters at two in the morning this morning)

- It’s well-written. Both in term of grammar/style and in term of plot, this story is nearing perfection

- the characterisation of the various characters is spot-on and credible. Characters are not static, they change with time and events.

- The characters themselves are varied, well-written, with a lot of thought and research going into their backgrounds

- A+++ representation of the LGBTQA+ community

- A+++ sass by some characters

- Frerin. If nothing else, you should read it for Frerin, who is an adorable cinnamon rolls that needs all the hugs and another serving of his grandmother’s dumpling soup (and he is not being paid enough to be the psychologist for the rest of the dwarves. Protect Frerin)

- The Dwarrodams. Oh the Dwarrowdams. They deserve a glorious song because they are the pinnacle of badassery. Dìs is frigging amazing, Hrera is terrifying (and I fear for Mahal if she decides to make good on her promise), and the rest of the fierce dwarrodams do not demerit either.

- The dwarflings. The dwarflings are very close to being my favourite characters and will probably end up taking over the world.

- Thorin’s recovery. It’s a long and harsh road, and that’s what makes it credible.

- Daìn. 

- The songs, both written and performed and I will never get the Iron Hills for me out of my heart.

- Basically everything? Even the heartbreaking parts? Especially the heartbreaking parts? Because they are so well-written that it’s a pleasure to have your heart broken by them?

SO GO AND READ IT! It’s 44 chapters of greatness, with still a few more to come, and it’s soooooooooo worth it! Just make sure you have some tissues ready, because trust me, there will be tears.