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You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that’s why I’m scared when you say you love me.
Bob Marley (via naturaekos)
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I love you, we both knew it but you know I'm just waiting for you to love me back. which is fine take all the time you need, but be fast. I'm not sure if what I thought relationships were about and how they worked was a little to much like a fairy tale or if I'm just inlove with a boy that can't give me the type of love and affection I need. I'm looking for texts saying you love and miss me. I'm waiting for romantic gestures that will make everyone jealous of the boy i have. I'm needing the physical touch of you to show that i may actually mean something to you. I don't feel like im asking for much, in my eyes I thoughts that's how everyone saw it. And believe me it's not just about the sex, I look at sex as a way of expressing just how inlove you are with the person and doing something you've never shared with anyone else before. Maybe that is the reasoning behind my lack of sexual pleaser from you, the boy I'm in love with doesn't love me and it's taken me awhile to see it clearly.
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Do you ever feel like you don’t belong. You feel so unloved even though time and time again people are constantly reminding you of how much you mean to them. Just the feeling of complete and utter loneliness.. I know I matter to the people around me and that I mean the world to someone, I know that. I just can’t seem to actually believe it. I’m getting tortured by my mind with it showing nothing but the wrong in my life. Constantly playing the mistakes and regrets. There is no button to pause or fast forward, only one button stuck on replay 💀
Heart break isn’t poetic.
It’s your mom crying
While she holds your shaking body
As you ask her why you weren’t good enough,
When all she sees is a daughter with so much potential.
It’s your friends sitting silent
As you break down in the middle of lunch
Because they don’t know how to cure you
Other than telling you to move on.
Heart break is sitting at two am
Stuck in your thoughts,
Then falling asleep at 2 pm
When you can’t think straight.
Its silent therapy sessions
Without a word exchanged
As she tries to get his name out of your mouth,
And no progress for months on end.
A broken heart is waking up every day
With a pit in your stomach
Not wanting to move,
But having to because life is a train
That leaves the station
With or without you.
Heartbreak isn’t poetic,
It’s tragic.
Heartbreak. (via mfbecs)
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Can you laugh about it yet?“
“No.”
“You’re not over it then.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever be over it.
Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)
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“I hope we last. I hope we do.
But if we don’t, this is how I want you to remember me:
I want you to remember me curled up, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and tracing maps across your skin. Remember me laughing at your jokes, even the stupid ones. Remember me in hysterics for absolutely no reason and in tears because one time you made me so sad neither of us thought I’d recover. Remember me brave, that time you held my hand and I thought I was going to die; remember me scared and gentle and delicate and breakable - only for you though, only for you.
Remember me happy, and all the ridiculous ways I tried to get your attention. Remember the way I was too stubborn to talk to you and how absolutely insane it drove the both of us. Remember all the firsts and how they were so delightful we went back for seconds and thirds and fourths. Remember the songs you couldn’t stop listening to and the childish dreams you allowed yourself about the future. If it’s any consolation I allowed myself to have them too.
If it comes to it I don’t want you to remember the ending.
Remember the beginning. Remember the first time you knew.
S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #132 (via blossomfully)
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Anonymous asked:
How do i let him go ?
At first, you don’t.You’ll hold on to everything that reminds you of him.You’ll sleep in the shirt he left at your house just to torture yourself even more.You’ll check his social media 200 times a day just to see if he’s already met someone else.You’ll suffer. Alot.
And one day, you’ll find yourself sitting infront of your best friend, drinking hot chocolate and it won’t remind you of that one cold winter day when you and him sat on the floor wrapped in blankets. You won’t be ready to start over with someone else yet, but you’re getting there. You’ll feel it.You’ll miss him like crazy, but everyday it gets easier to live without him.
So, I think we never really let them go, we just learn how to let go of the heartbreak. At some point we just find peace. And in that moment it won’t hurt anymore.
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To the next girl he gives his heart to-
Feed him. He’s like a 5 year old child, whenever he is hungry he gets moody don’t take it personally, it’s just him.
If you are ever laying in bed at 11pm and find yourself wrapped in his arms scared because you see a huge ass spider, don’t count on him to protect you, he hates spiders just as much.
It’s hard to find a food that he dislikes, he will pretty much eat anything except olives, but you’re always safe with a steak or some other meaty meat.
He’s a sucker for g strings, if he comes home in a bad mood, show him your underwear and he will calm down.
His friends are the most important things to him, don’t get to jealous about it, I made that mistake and at the end of the day be happy he has others to count on, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy your company.
Cars are his absolute favourite thing, to him they are his happy place. If it’s fast, lowered and loud chances are he’s going to love it.
He loves a good back rub and hair rub. Calms him down and he’ll love you for it.
He plays these damn right annoying car games, he becomes so obsessed with them that getting his attention is impossible, don’t stress just go do your own thing until he gets bored.
Sometimes he talks way too much but just nod and smile, don’t shut him down.
Give him loads of kisses, neck kisses especially, cuddle him as much as you can, appreciate every minute you get with him, he’s one of a kind.
I hope you learn from my mistakes and take on board everything I have said so you can actually love him right.
He deserves an amazing girl so I hope you love him better than I did, and please I know I’m the last person you want advice from but please love him right, care for him, cherish him, he’s one of a kind and you’re lucky to be in his life.
B.L letters I never sent (via im-sad-lets-have-sex)
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When people say to you those heart wrenching comments like “but you were so cute together..” “Why didn’t you last” “how is she doing” don’t- don’t you dare blame anyone but you. Don’t make up a story where you’re the hero and I’m the enemy in order for it to all make sense. I gave you all the love I had to give and more, I tried to make it work, I did everything for you, you were the one that decided to turn the page and stop trying. I was the heartbroken one, you’re just fine. After all you’ve done the least you can do now is finally be truthful.
So tell them she was in love with me, if she had any fault in this it was that she cared to much, I was the jerk, I left her stranded when I promised to always be there for my own selfish reasons.
B.L letters I never sent (via im-sad-lets-have-sex)
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A person who’s never experienced what i’ve experienced, could never tell me how i should think.
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My sadness was not swallowing 32 pills and laughing like i was fine or stepping in front of cars because I enjoyed the rush of actually feeling alive.
My sadness was being here week after week after week and hiding my sadness with a fake smile and laughing at every joke I didn’t find funny. It was breaking down after a harsh week but knowing I had to pull myself together before my family came home. It was only making it to the next week without anyone noticing how fucked up I was. It was losing all hope of getting better but still pushing thorough the day. It was being dead but no one noticed.
myotherpage001 (via myotherpage001)
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Right on the Nose
by sixpenceee user Srrynotsrry
When I was little, the insults didn’t bother me much
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I had my best friend, a fellow proud Jew. Our fathers were business partners, so our friendship was destiny. We were both chunky with frizzy hair and big noses. Through elementary and middle school, we did everything together. We went to movies and the mall on weekends, drooled over the same people, and got our nails done.
During the summer between 8th and 9th grade, Alicia was blessed by the puberty fairy, turning her frizzy curls into soft waves, and her rolls into curves. It was not so kind to me. I just got taller, and that was about it.
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Oh.. oh no.
tidalwavepeace
FUCKING CHRIST WHY
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