“And you taught me what this feels like.
And then how it feels to lose it.
And you showed me who I wanted.
And then who I wasn’t.
And you ticked every box.
And then drew a line.
And you weren’t mine to begin with.
And then not to end with.
And you looked like everything I wanted.
And then became something I hated.
And you get thought of every day.
And then not in a good way.
And you let me leave.
And then wish I’d stayed.
And you almost killed me.
But I didn’t die.”—I Wrote This For You (via wordsthat-speak)
“You might not believe it right now, but there will someday come a time when you’ll stop thinking about him. You’ll stop wondering what he’s doing, how he is, and who he’s been spending his time with since giving up on you. As each day goes by to fill weeks and then months, your mind will create a gap, and everything you think about now will just fall through and turn to dust, to make room for something else, for something better. And you’ll start to live life on your own terms again, without being defined by somebody who doesn’t deserve a second thought. And what’s even better is that you won’t give him one.”—(via the-taintedtruth)
“She had hope in her heart but after a while, with each step forward, hope stepped back. And for the first time in months, the first time ever, she began to weep, and as she did she knew that with the retreat of hope her heart had finally caught up with her head. And as each tear spilled over she let them go, she was letting go.”—Donna Lynn Hope (via quotationadmiration)
“When you fall in love, make sure it’s with somebody who treats you exactly how you deserve to be treated. Love somebody who wants to know everything about you, from your favourite colour to your childhood memories to how you managed to survive all those years. Love somebody who can make you laugh. Love somebody who kisses your forehead. Love somebody who notices all of your flaws but chooses to see past them. Love somebody who tucks you into two duvets when you’re cold. Love somebody who listens to whatever is on your mind. Love somebody who always reminds you how lucky they are to have found you. Love somebody who let’s you choose the channel, decorate the cake, have the umbrella, and order the wine. Love somebody who shows you off in public. Love somebody who gets on well with your family. Love somebody who strokes your thumb when you hold hands. Love somebody who knows how you take your coffee, what toppings to pick off your pizza, and which parts of movies are your favourite. Love somebody who brushes the hair out of your face to see your eyes. Love somebody who you can’t wait to wake up to every morning. Love somebody who will sit through an episode of your favourite TV show even though they have no idea what’s going on. Love somebody who protects you. Love somebody who you can’t stay mad at for more than an hour because you miss speaking to them. Love somebody who waits for you to get on the train. Love somebody who knows all the words to your favourite song because they’ve listened to you sing it a thousand times. Love somebody who knows every freckle on your face, every stretch mark on your thighs, every scar and every tear. Love somebody who you can plan a future with. Love somebody who helps you forget what it feel like to be sad. And most importantly, love somebody who makes you question why you were so afraid to fall in love in the first place.”—
“I won’t beg someone to love me. I learned long ago that there is no use in hopeless pleas of trying to make someone stay. I am too good to chase someone who does not know my worth and I am too wild to keep waiting for someone who doesn’t acknowledge my value. I want to be loved unconditionally. I shouldn’t have to fight so hard for it. I do not have the time to prove to someone that I am worth it. I shouldn’t have to prove any of that; I am worth more than that.”—
“Your heart literally hurts when it’s breaking. You can feel it, every beat another ache, and nothing you can do will stop it, either from beating or breaking.”—Alison McGhee, All Rivers Flow To The Sea (via larmoyante)
“I was never enough for you
until you were left with nothing,
no one to give you love. Am I
supposed to wait around for you
to realize that this is really what
you want, that I am who you want.
I have things I need to do too,
you know. The clock is not
only ticking for you and time
is not waiting for only you to
get it together. You only seemed
to ever want me when my heart
started putting the pieces together,
started noticing that there is
only one person who wants this
at all times, through everything.
So don’t be surprised when you
come back home to a half-empty
house that is filled with only
your belongings, your memories.
Because I have things to do
too and I’m not going to waste
my moments waiting on you
to see that I have always
been more than enough.”—Colleen Brown, “I am not your 24-hour convenient store” (via poetrist)
“No, we weren’t lovers, but in a way we had opened ourselves to each other even more deeply than lovers do. The thought caused me a good deal of grief. What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for - and to do it so unconsciously.”—Norwegian Wood (Haruki Murakami)
“Nobody looks good in their darkest hour. But it’s those hours that make us what we are. We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our trails, or fracture by a permanent, damning fault line.”—Karen Marie Moning (via feellng)
Everyday I grieve about what might have been.
I used to have hope even on the worst days now I know it will never happen.
I don’t only miss what is gone but what I thought could have been.
The situation is so messed up
Why am I still holding onto something that will never be
Why do I still torture myself everyday,
Still allowing myself to hope knowing it’s impossible
Why am I not enough.
What went so wrong I couldn’t fix
I feel everything
But at the same time I feel nothing
Part of me still want it to be you
But I don’t think you still want me as much as I want you. Maybe you never did.
“I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.”—Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via feellng)
“It feels good to think about you when I’m warm in bed. I feel as if you’re curled up there beside me, fast asleep. And I think how great it would be if it were true.”—Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via petrichour)