he told me he had a new girlfriend and all i could do was wondering why i’m good enough to fuck but never enough to date
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it’s not that you lied to me, it’s the fact you tried to lie to yourself
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“Don’t ever think that everyone who leaves wants to.”
— Rachel Wolchin
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sometimes i hoped you would smell the sadness in my breath with every exhale but all you could smell was the pack of cigarettes that lingered from my winter jacket when you left
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I just want to be the person you write poetry about. Not even good poetry. The poetry of 1 AM text messages that try to spell out love in sloppy metaphors about stars and smoking. The kind of poetry of a lonely windowpane in rain. The kind that swells up in your throat while you’re drunk so when you speak it into my voice-mail it’s just, “You’re so beautiful and goddammit I’m in love with you.” Rearranged letter magnets on the refrigerator kind of poetry. Small note in the jacket pocket kind of poetry. The wordless poetry when you’re staring out the black windows of an empty train. Half-rhymed abandoned words you scribble out between meetings and forget on your desk. I want to be the person you try for, the one you spend hours scratching your head and tugging on your hair trying to frame into language beyond “fuck everything else you’re all I care about.” I want to be unspeakable to you, but glittering in your veins so you feel like if you don’t talk about it you’ll explode into stardust. What I’m saying is I want to matter to you like you do to me. I’m saying write me poetry.
i’m not upset you never apologized, i’m upset i forgave you
shiveringchild
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Source: poemswords
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poems-and-word
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
— Neil Gaiman, The Sandman (via books-n-quotes)
Source: booksnquotes.com
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“I realize, for the first time, how very lonely I’ve been, and how comforting the presence of another human being can be.”
— Suzanne Collins (via purplebuddhaquotes)
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Goddamn I wanna be loved so bad
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perfectedimperfectionn
The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy
I tried to scroll past this. I really did
I feel like minor acts of kindness and good intentions are really important on days like this.
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“Every time you show your feelings, you apologize. Have you ever had an emotion in your life that you weren’t ashamed of?”
— R.J. Anderson, Ultraviolet