The reason I am still so attached to you is because I never felt that way about anyone. Cliche, right? Well, I'm serious. To this day, I would take you back. I would take back all the lack of communication and all the bullshit you pull. I would deal with your stubborn mind and closed heart. Tell me why, out of all the prince charmings, why did I chose the most uncharming of them all?
Every scar you have tells a story. The time you fell of your bike, the time that you scraped your arm while climbing that tree, or the time he broke your heart
I just need something that will take me away, to help me disconnect, to get you off of my mind. I just need something that will give me the strength to get away from you, to escape from here.
I hate what you do to me, I don't hate you.
I get myself into fits of tears over what you
did. & all the while, I'm still hoping you will
come and dry my tears.
i have no problem telling you that i miss you. i know you hate to hear it and that you also hate when i admit that i will always love you. but that's who i am. would you really want to be lying to yourself saying that i'm okay? we both know that my happiness is not that simple
i should just lay on a naked mattress, without sheets and pillows. when you left you took my comfort. when you left you took my warmth. i don't really like laying in this bed without your arms around me anyway
i rather you inflict the pain now. i'm falling for you more than i should so if you're going to break my heart in the end, please just get it over with now. then, i can maybe walk away with a possibility of piecing myself back together
"when you're young, your whole life is about the pursuit of fun. then, you grow up and learn to be cautious. you could break a bone or a heart. you look before you leap and sometimes you don't leap at all because there's not always someone there to catch you. and in life, there's no safety net. when did it stop being fun at start being scary?
"Sometimes i find myself running from love. i want to push anyone away who tries, because honestly, i'd feel horrible if anyone had to deal with the mess i really am. to be with me would be a chore. maybe at first, they wouldn't see it. maybe they wouldn't want to. but i am nothing great. i am no prodigy of humanity. i'm just a damaged girl with a lot of heart, no direction, and barely any stability. so for anyone who wants to try, i'll deny you and deny you again until you finally cease. i'm saving you a tremendous burden, trust me. i'm better off alone. i've been so good at it, how could i, and why would i stop now?"
its hard to look in the mirror when you see only the shell of who you once were and you remind
yourself of how the beauty slowly disappeared starting secretly on the inside and you become numb and unaware of how hurt you should feel after being used on a friday night and i know
what its like to sit in the dark listening to bright eyes holding a bottle of prescription pills imagining how your mother would react when she found you and i know what its like to feel so numb you cut and burn your forearms to feel some kind of fucking pain and when they see those scars you hide them under your jeans and you kill yourself hoping the monster inside could somehow make the mask you lived in for years a little easier on the eyes a little more beautiful but if you look in real close your nose pressed against the glass you will see you have become so fucking ugly inside and out you are a mess of everything you once hated and what you still hate and the people on the outside can see the bottle of lies and scars of insecurities and the secrets you thought would be kept forever are things that everyone knows
Ever since I was young, I never really understood anything about the world. And I never understood anything that happened in my life. The only thing that ever made any sense to me was you. And how I felt about you. That's all I've ever known. And that's enough for the rest of my life.
“I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.”
There are better things ahead than any we leave behind.
I love the feeling after a good run. Or the feeling when my favorite song is on full blast in the car, driving through the country air. I like when my mom makes my favorite meal. I like traveling to nowhere, getting lost, and then the best part, being found. I like being held by someone who means a lot to me, especially when I haven't seen them in awhile. We always complain there isn't enough time. Or that these moments never come around enough. It's true that we never stop growing old, and we mature faster than we'd like. But time is the essence of life, and it brings change and surprise. I like watching the people I care for get older, change, become who they're suppose to be. Sometimes we all wish to go back, to repeat a moment, or pause it forever. But we need change, even when we don't want it. The cards are placed and time brings us closer to our destination. All the while as we travel through.. the things we love doing, the people we share our life with, that's the destiny. We're not suppose to end up anywhere, we're suppose to make the best of this journey.
Fuck it. You throw a dart at a map, we’ll go there and start new. Somewhere else in the world that’s not here. Somewhere where we haven’t said things to each other that we can’t unsay and done things which we can’t undo. There we can say new things. We can do new things. And those new things we say and do will be more important than the old things. Let’s leave. Please. Leave with me.
While you were sleeping I figured out everything, I was constructed for you, and you were molded for me. Now I feel your name, coursing through my veins. You shine so bright it's insane, you put the sun to shame.
Get dirty. Get fucking filthy. Get poor. Get off your ass. Get desperate. Get dangerous. Get villified. Get vile. Get romantic. Get fucked. Get moving. Get productive. Get pro-active. Get started. Get your own life. Get doing somthing. Anthing. Because before you know it, you're fourty with kids, a mortgage, and responsibilities that cause your fun to come second. So before cancer, before children, before fifity hour work weeks, before back and knee problems, before school loans, before you lose your sense of humor.. Fight. Fight and fuck and run and smile. Smile because the older you get, the less you will. So yes, "quit being such a goddamn pussy," because bitching and whining and worry never make anything better.
He asked, "Are you sad?" And she was quiet, hesitant, unlike herself, until she shakily shook her head "yes". And he said nothing, but ran his hands up her back and turned her to face him, pressing his nose against hers looking softly, hardly breathing, understanding, not knowing, not even loving, just comprehension, comprehension of what she needed: The hands that brushed her spine and the hair out of her face the pressure of his body and the fact that just then, he was her friend. And she felt more than his skin and he, more than hers, and he held her like he held the world.
I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen.
I guess I never let you go, because in the back of my mind, I still believe that someday we’ll get our second chance.
I don’t remember what made us stop talking, I don’t even remember when the last time we did but I just want to let you know that I miss the best friend in you and I hope that you miss me too.
Sometimes, I wonder what I'd say to you if you suddenly walked back into my life again. I wonder what I'd say to you after all this time. After you broke my heart and left. But most of all I wonder what you'd say to me
She's hurt. Mentally and emotionally. Literally and metaphorically.
But, everyday she walks outside with a smile on her face.
Because that's who she is, the girl who never stopped smiling
They say that if you love someone you should let them go, but they never say what to do when they don't come back
But someday, someone is going to thank you for letting me go ... I hope
I hate how dispensable I am to people. I hate how people feel they can just forget about me, replace me, erase me without even a second thought. It’s like I don’t matter to anyone. And hey, I mean, I don’t blame you. I’m no one special. I just thought you were different. I had more faith in you. And you took that, ripped it up, shoved it in my face and walked away without ever looking back.
if you're going to make me cry, at least be there to wipe away the tears
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