Journal with quotes, poetry, lyrics. : I’m drowning here, and you’re describing the water. // 'I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.'

gurlsandgreen:

But that was then, and this is now.

But i’m mad at you for loving her and i’m mad at you for being so beautiful. I’m mad at you for moving on so quickly from one girl to another. For fucks sake you were sitting on the floor, you never sit on the floor. You were next to her, all day and you posted about it and you tore my heart to pieces and i hate you i hate you i hate you so much my body shuts down at the idea of seeing you again. I fucking cant. You broke me to shreds and left me there to die. I hate you i hate you i hate you.
by Ten words story: one of those nights where i fucking think too much.

And when you see me once more I hope it aches inside your bones to see me grow without you by my side.
by Ten words story: Teen love is always the worse.

I never thought our story would end like this: so bitter and full of hate. Playing this game of who’s going to move on the fastest, blocking each other everywhere and unfollowing like what we had never happened.
by Ten words story: were we really nothing?

And though I know it’s three in the morning and though I know i’ll regret this when my eyes clear up as well as my thoughts, just know that I miss you and I wish you would love me as much as I love you but you’re mean and you treated me like shit but I love you and it’s completely delusional because we both know you’re a goner as you never knew how to stay. I wish I could apologize but everytime I do I end up wondering why. For the longest time i thought i wasnt good enough for you as I learned to qualify myself as “temporary”. But i’m not. And it took me a long time to realize it. You’re the temporary one in all of this as you’re the one fleeing constatly. So go, go run after a girl who doesn’t understand the power of music, or the appearence of the 2 AM stars. Go. But don’t you dare come back when she rejects you so hard you feel it ache inside your bones. I did my understanding, caring and forgiving. I’ve given enough of my time to you when we both know you didn’t deserve any at all. Now fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you and your motherfucking eyebrows.
by You know that bullshit i wrote at the beginning about loving him. Yeah I take it back he’s such a rude dude and im done feeling bad for him. His depression doesnt excuse him for acting like such an asshole towards me.

But the day you eventually hold hands and she comments on how strong your grip is I hope you remember the way I used to curl my fist and let it sink into the depth of your palm, pretending you were my protector and the outside world was dangerous. Baby, it really wasn’t, but you were.
by Ten words story: I would lie to myself pretending we were perfect

I love the way you’re trying to forget me.
It’s quite amusing really.
Watching you as you try to erase me
And everything we ever had.

Buddy, you have to realize that you cannot get rid of me so fast.

Someday you’ll hold another girl’s hand and find yourself comparing how her’s feels inside yours compared to mine. Are her fingers as gracefully long? Does her fist feel as small?

Then you’ll move on and kiss her, or maybe another, on a crumby friday evening.
You’ll find yourself comparing her lips with mine, as if we were meant to be one.

You’ll eventually forget it, and move on from the whole kissing thing.

But then one night you’ll quickly find yourself going further with a girl, and though your hormones will feel outrageously satisfied your mind will go completely wild because even though you try to ignore it, the girl wont be me and once you know it, you’ll remember those nights where we laid around in the darkness of my room only to later on fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Buddy, i’m telling you now. This girl wont speak the words i whispered at four AM when you couldnt close those green eyes of yours. She wont kiss your scars like I did when they burnt so much you couldnt stop touching them. Perhaps she wont even be able to recognize the pain scattered around your irises the same way I did. She wont draw the same houses and flowers on your bare back when you’re watching “The Shining” late at night.

She wont write the same poems, read the same books and listen to the same music. She wont laugh the same or hold you the same.

She might not even deal with the way you think, or how depress you really feel.

Buddy, this is a notice that you have indeed lost me.

And if you happen to see me in your dreams. Dont come for me, dont come for me.

I beg you to stay where you are, far away, with the billions of girls you touched yet ceased to love.

by Ten words story: My ex-boyfriend is looking for something in every girl he goes for and nobody knows what exactly, perhaps attention or the satisfaction of knowing he leaves scars on girl’s hearts.

I’m stuck between wanting:

1. A long lasting relationship with my soulmate who supports me and protects me and is my partner and we are completely bad ass together and in love

2. Wanting to have casual sex and rip out the heart of everyone person I meet

3. Being independent and having a loyal dog while I’m married to my career

But sometimes you just have to accept that some things simply cannot remain the same.
by Ten words story: It’s time to let go.

My dearly beloved,

I have always been reminded that nothing lasts forever, have always been told that though I will love, battle and beg, sometimes, it won’t be enough.

I fear this may be the case with us.

I often catch myself looking back on all the memories we had, all those times where everything felt so right I could’ve sworn we were about to fly. But the more weeks go by, the more it gets harder to remember the good times. It seems like the negativity surrounding the destruction of our relationship outweights all the possible positivity, unfortunately.

And though I fear this may be a goodbye please know that the souvenir of us three will be placed delicately in my heart,forever. Because you see, though people grow, and things drastically change, the memories dont and I think it’s okay.

I cannot stay with any of you, I fear it may be too hard to cope with. It hurts and we all know it.

Goodluck my dearly beloved. May happiness be reachable in all aspects of your lives as well as the answers you all deeply crave. Take care of yourselves, I, myself, will do the same.

Don’t try to reach me, please. If you ever loved me, let me go gracefully.

Thank you for the memories, may your life be full of beautiful adventures.

Long farewell,
Me.

It’s crazy how many people are bitter over someone: how many hearts are broken.
by Ten words story: Love and it’s many endings

The only reassurance I have is to know that you didn’t know me at all.
by Ten words story: You got to know me when I was falling in love, and you got a glimpse of me when i was falling out of love. But you won’t get to know me when i’m older, wiser but mostly happier. I’m gone.

I’m begging you to please let me go.
by Ten words story: It has always been impossible to go forward while having your past dragging you back. I fear you may be part of my past

I am the master of my fate,i am the capitain of my soul

" Inside every cynical person, there is a disappointed idealist."

"Let’s just forget
Everything said
And everything we did
'Best friends'
And ‘better halves’
'Goodbyes'
And the autumn night when we realized we were falling out of love
(There were some things that were said that weren’t meant…
Like we ‘never did’)
Not to be overly dramatic
I just think it’s best
Because you can’t miss what you forget
So let’s just pretend
Everything and anything
Between you and me
Was never meant”

A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke.

You are free and that is why you are lost.

There is no truth, there’s only perspective.

I laugh because I must not cry.

You can drink too much
and forget the night before
but I’ve learned you
can never drink enough
to forget the people
you’ve loved and lost.

Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.

I was the one who loved you even when you gave me thousands of reasons not to.

I hope when you die you get to see your stats like how many times you laughed or told a lie or kissed or how many people loved you and how many people hated you and what you meant to people

'Your scars don’t show through your skin, they show through your eyes.'

hxllowbxdies:

Such Small Hands; La Dispute

napping together is my kind of date

Augustus Waters offered to write hazel a sequel to her favourite book, and you can’t reply to my text message

'I’m tired of getting fucked in ways that don’t end in an orgasm.'

'I could write a fucking novel about the ache of missing you.'

'Please tell me
I’m not as forgettable
as your silence
is making me feel.'

You didn’t kiss my lips,
you kissed me.
And it was the best kiss of my life.

Perhaps we’ll meet again when we’re better for each other.

It hurts that
you never
apologized.

If we meet again someday
I won’t say goodbye.

I will always love the false image I had of you.

Someday we’ll know why I wasn’t meant for you.

'I may be drunk. But, after this night. I swear, I’m done talking to you.'

realisinqs:

As with some of my other pictures, it won’t let me fix the source. This picture is mine, but I had uploaded it on my old account, so the source says the old url. I reblogged it onto this account so it would be added to my mine page.

'She was too quiet, or she was too loud. She took things too seriously, or not seriously at all. She was too sensitive, or too cold-hearted. She hated with every fiber of her being, or loved with every piece of her heart. There was no in-between for her. It was either all or nothing. She wanted everything but settled for nothing'