June 2012
2 posts
52hearts:
It’s funny to think now, who were we really fooling—our friends or ourselves? When you would still let me sleep in your bed and take me home on long train rides just to make sure I still got home safe. Share your food with me, attend museums exhibits and see indie movies you had no real care for, except doing it for me, with me. No, maybe we weren’t lovers in love, but lovers in...
May 2012
33 posts
Like crazy
graceyeoh:
I wish I could tell you it no longer means as much to me, or that after all this while, I have finally grappled with the possible truth — but I have reached my lying quota for the year by constantly feeding myself beautifully packaged ones to keep my chin up, back straight.
It is a painful moment when you realise you could possibly love someone more than you love yourself....
'Oh, Why You Look So Sad?'
‘I just don’t want this relationship anymore.’ That was what you said. Do you remember? I should never ever let my guard down. Not again. Why should we both hold on to what seems like the remnants of our relationship? To recapture what we had before? That would be silly, wouldn’t it. What we had was layers and layers of unresolved issues. I wasn’t happy. You...
52hearts:
chandeliersea:
I like the way we laugh, lights on sleep-eyed. I like the way this is so comfortable. Comfortable like my oldest pair of sweatpants, like that couch we swore was magic, like sleeping in your own bed after being away. Like wet hair, no make-up, brushing my teeth in front of you comfortable. It’s the way moments that should be awkward are just funny instead, the way...
How To Make It Work Second-Time-Around →
It’s important to take a realistic look at what broke you two up - and it might’ve been a number of things piling up over many months rather than one big issue. That means taking off the rose coloured spectacles and looking square on at what happened. The problem with those specs is they often mean you only remember the good stuff. Instead you should focus on the bad stuff and what...
sonder
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in...
“Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to...”
– Sigmund Freud (via wehaveoneworld)
You Should Date Someone Who Cares →
It’s strange, isn’t it? How we always end up in the same infinite loop of dysfunctional relationships and heartaches? It’s like somehow it is ingrained in our systems to be attracted to the bad ones. But yeah, if the world ends this year, I might as well not spend it moping around. Get a grip of yourself, Lainey.
Life is short, so you shouldn’t waste it on someone who doesn’t...
Things You've Always Wanted To Say To Your Stupid... →
I don’t think you’re stupid. But I think it basically sums up everything.
My grief is totally unoriginal, which makes it even harder. I know that there were people before me that acted this way and there will be people after — addicted to being loved less, unable to set boundaries, losing self-respect constantly. And there will always be people like you too. There will always be...
The Last Thing I've To Say About Us →
It’s not that I haven’t tried to forget you, I have. My best friend still thinks I’m not trying hard enough, I think I am but it’s not helping; it’s that weird sticky residue left behind after peeling a price tag off plastic. Recently I learned there is a term for this. That term is “heartworm.” I feel better knowing that other people struggle with this problem.
Runaway
There was a period of time when I was certain and had no qualms about trying. But I’m only four months into being 21. There is no way to live like this. There is no possible explanation that I had to go through what I did. It’s not fair. I want to yell and claw till I get rid of this heaviness in me. I can’t let go and I can’t move on. I can’t give myself any...
ecstatic shock
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the surge of energy upon catching a glance from someone you like—a thrill that starts in your stomach, arcs up through your lungs and flashes into a spontaneous smile—which scrambles your ungrounded circuits and tempts you to chase that feeling with a kite and a key.
in unfolded letters, in letters unsent.
52hearts:
I’m afraid I will never stop writing you, I’m afraid there will always be words to say, always be words I blanked out on, things I wish I told you at a time when it was right to tell you. But I’ve missed that, and I miss you and I’m afraid I may never stop missing you in as much as I will never stop writing you.
In pen and paper and typewriter keys, in language that hasn’t even been...
“And I hide because there’s more to me than what you see and I’m not sure you’d...”
– I Wrote This For You: The Remaining Mirrors (via kari-shma)
Urge
I have this sudden urge to drop everything that I’m doing right here right now, take a flight out to somewhere else. Europe. Eastern Europe, Poland, Austria, Hungary. Anywhere. And I will stop by Milan. This time I will splurge on Prada, Bottega and Ferragamo. It will be essential that I go alone. It’s the self-discovery time that everyone goes through at one point in their lives and...
“Where ever a dancer stands is holy ground.”
– Martha Graham (via theballetblog)
“What you wear is how you present yourself to the world, especially today, when...”
– Miuccia Prada (via batteredandbruised)
Autumnal Equinox
If you are attracted to someone, if you are in love, why should you hold back? Why do we allow society to dictate what is right or what is wrong? Is it not incredibly silly that we suppress our emotions and our feelings because it is deemed as inappropriate when the ‘timing is not right’? Or perhaps, we are all just cowards. And all it really boils down to is, our fear of rejection....
“Life is short, so you shouldn’t waste it on someone who doesn’t understand you,...”
– Nico Lang, You Should Date Someone Who Cares About You (via juneandafter)
April 2012
20 posts
Nothing Good Happens After 4am,
Okay. I really shouldn’t be writing right now, not at 6am. They say, nothing good happens after 4am. It’s true, really. I met my ex-boyfriend, after the longest time. It was the strangest um, situation ever, I suppose. Okay, I really don’t know how to explain it. I wish I knew what I was doing. But I didn’t. All I know was, it was my responsibility to have Shawny back with...
“It’s amazing. Some people, they just say these small little things, one sentence...”
– (via wordsandlyrics)
11:11
I actually woke up before 12pm.
So I’ve heard that I’m more entertaining when I have my drinking goggles on. I don’t understand how you can wake up after 5 hours from a night of partying and still can’t take your goggles off. It’s like you try to rip it off so bad but it refuses to get off. It’s quite ridiculous. I can’t begin to explain how last night...
heartworm
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. a relationship or friendship that you can’t get out of your head, which you thought had faded long ago but is still somehow alive and unfinished, like an abandoned campsite whose smoldering embers still have the power to start a forest fire.
The Weekend
I can’t capture the true essence of how I feel right now. I don’t know how to. Or maybe, I just don’t know how I feel. If the opportunity presents itself, would you take it or watch it slip by? It feels like a second chance. At that moment, the point of time when I turned and saw you, that was the happiest I’ve been since I returned. That weekend, changed everything. You...
“Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts. Don’t put up with people who are...”
– (via eletheowl)
My tired heart is beating, so slow.
vaganja:
When people hurt you and think everything is peachy keen between ya’ll <
I never understood that shit. You just really hurt me and you think we’re going to be all buddy buddy? Or even worst - when they act like they didn’t just fuck you over and are all like nonchalant about shit.
Do me a favor, get the fuck out of my face with that shit. The least you can do is own up to your...
