Too bad for you and for all who spend life
Trying to invent the machine for producing happiness!"
I am a line away from being completely obsessed with you or perfectly indifferent to you.
"in another world, I swallowed
all my words back, pulling on
them like the string of a balloon.
you didn’t deserve it, not any of it,
and I’m sorry to this day."
— Fortesa Latifi
I know what you are; nothing less than a dream, nothing more.
I have chewed on the words for too long to spit them now. I swallow.
She’s a phantom, something you can’t kill, something you can’t keep.
Life is very silly and you make it very complicated. You feel too much for everything and most of the times your feelings change nothing of what’s around you, they just screw up your insides. Sometimes it’s necessary to dismiss your emotions and breathe the silence.
He looks at her with an eye full with infatuation and an eye full of regret.
And she said with eyes that meant harm ‘And I’ll give you a reason to never forget.’
You are a little heartless.
But darling, aren’t we all?
When people make fun of me for wanting to be a journalist or a writer all I think is, I could be writing about you one day.
C.R.
She sat there tired of waiting, tired of wanting, letting him make her feel perfect again.
I look at you, I see trouble, I see the truth. And willingly I dismiss my intellect.
memory is just another form of imagination
You will hate this place, you will regret this place. You will regret this company more than I do now. Go, find him. Marry him. Have a lot of sex.” He just paused to laughed out loud and continued, “Have kids, and stay away from here. Follow him. Find him. What his name? Go. Wherever.”
Had he known it was you, do you think he’d still suggest that I follow you?
"i am writing to you from a place that burns,
with a body that has loved you too much.
i am writing this in hope that you burn too."
with a body that has loved you too much.
i am writing this in hope that you burn too."
"We all have our scars. From loving someone too deeply. From wanting to protect someone too much."
I always imagine that if we’d loved each other more gently it would have worked.
We wouldn’t have hurt each other so much that it became impossible to come back.
"The universe, I’d learned, was never, ever kidding. It would take whatever it wanted and it would never give it back."
"Sometimes I think of you and I feel giddy. Memory makes me lightheaded, drunk on champagne. All the things we did. And if anyone has said this was the price I would have agreed to pay it. That surprises me; that with the hurt and the mess comes a shift of recognition. It was worth it. Love is worth it."
It’s a horrible mistake to believe that someone can save you, and it’s a horrible mistake to believe that no one can. One is too helpless and the other is too hopeless.
"Watch out for intellect,
because it knows so much it knows nothing
and leaves you hanging upside down,
mouthing knowledge as your heart
falls out of your mouth."
Of course I miss you. One minute you were here and now you’re gone. Even if I didn’t love you I’d miss you.
And I loved the fuck out of you.
“Odd that we often think the things we never had could have been the best things we would have ever had,
“Memories of him fade as you take my hand and insist I dance,
because it knows so much it knows nothing
and leaves you hanging upside down,
mouthing knowledge as your heart
falls out of your mouth."
— Anne Sexton, excerpt of Admonitions to a Special Person
— Tennessee Williams, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof
*capitalist voice* well, we could make sure everyone lives comfortably, but it would make the money sad
— Caitlyn Siehl, A List of Facts Dressed up as a Poem
I’d tell you that you matter because
you mattered to me. Maybe I should write you a letter.
you mattered to me. Maybe I should write you a letter.
I’d type that the seasons are turning into goodbyes
I can live through.
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from ‘Duino Elegy (9)’
The most terrifying color is black. It fills spaces where light only dreams of touching, and it’s a dozen times bigger than every star in the sky."
"Every morning, I wake up and forget just for a second that it happened. But once my eyes open, it buries me like a landslide of sharp, sad rocks. Once my eyes open, I’m heavy, like there’s too much gravity on my heart."
vi. “Because,“ she said, “when you’re tired of explaining yourself, you just end up apologising instead.”
vii. “Oh you know him?“ She says.“Yes. I loved him,” I want to say.
“Isn’t he wonderful?”
He is, I think, in so many more ways than you know.
The cruelest thing he’ll do is let you believe you have a special place in his heart.
“It’s okay, I’ve found you,” I say. I hold him with both of my arms. He’s shaking like he’s been wounded.
“What if you don’t find me next time?” he asks, when the hiccups stop. “What if I’m lost forever?”
“I’ll always find you,” I reply.“Even if I have to trek through the Sahara desert, or climb a mountain. If you want to be found, I’ll never stop looking, and if I never stop looking, you’ll always be found.”
He's not sure if he loves me...what did I do wrong?
You blamed yourself for someone else’s lack of love.
And I loved the fuck out of you.
— Margaret Atwood, from Dancing Girls & Other Stories
— Fernando Pessoa, A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe
— Fernando Pessoa, A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe
im always a slut for short lived intense and intimate emotional connections
— Henri J.M. Nouwen
— Ray Bradbury, “The Lake”, The October Country
— John Corey Whaley, Noggin
— Allen Ginsberg, from a letter to Jack Kerouac
The fifth problem
is that when I drink too much,
I start thinking about a man
I haven’t spoken to in two years.
I used to think
being in love with someone
meant being the person
they were going to grow old
at Tony Roma’s with,
but I was wrong.
Being in love
is so much easier
from across a room.
Or a small town.
Or two years of radio silence,
and I sometimes wonder
if this way of loving someone
is my best way of loving someone,
with miles and miles between us,
like how you can still find
the North Star every time–
you never wonder
if it can pick you out of a crowd,
or if it still remembers all the words
to the first Stones song
you ever danced to,
you just want to be able to see it
from far away,
knowing that if you got any closer,
odds are you’d catch on fire.
He has a wife now.
She has his last name
and a house with a fireplace
and when he comes home from work
he goes to sleep in a bed
that is Their Bed.
And three weeks after
he cut his losses,
I traded our bed in for a single
because it felt more like a choice,
like I was choosing to go to bed alone
rather than trying to fall asleep
with the entire night sky next to me,
beckoning me to fall back into it,
because I lied,
before,
when I said it was easier
to love with someone from a distance.
It isn’t easier.
It is just smaller,
more convenient to fit
into a back pocket,
or a time capsule,
or that place
between the bed and the wall,
that place you’re still afraid
monsters will crawl out of,
like he left a piece of himself with you
and you are terrified
he is coming back for it;
Or he left a piece of himself with you
and you are terrified
he is not coming back for it.
The sixth problem
is that when a new man tells you
he likes you too much
already,
it doesn’t sound like a promise.
It sounds like a smoke alarm,
warning you to get out fast–
If you hurry,
you might miss the worst of it.
is that when I drink too much,
I start thinking about a man
I haven’t spoken to in two years.
I used to think
being in love with someone
meant being the person
they were going to grow old
at Tony Roma’s with,
but I was wrong.
Being in love
is so much easier
from across a room.
Or a small town.
Or two years of radio silence,
and I sometimes wonder
if this way of loving someone
is my best way of loving someone,
with miles and miles between us,
like how you can still find
the North Star every time–
you never wonder
if it can pick you out of a crowd,
or if it still remembers all the words
to the first Stones song
you ever danced to,
you just want to be able to see it
from far away,
knowing that if you got any closer,
odds are you’d catch on fire.
He has a wife now.
She has his last name
and a house with a fireplace
and when he comes home from work
he goes to sleep in a bed
that is Their Bed.
And three weeks after
he cut his losses,
I traded our bed in for a single
because it felt more like a choice,
like I was choosing to go to bed alone
rather than trying to fall asleep
with the entire night sky next to me,
beckoning me to fall back into it,
because I lied,
before,
when I said it was easier
to love with someone from a distance.
It isn’t easier.
It is just smaller,
more convenient to fit
into a back pocket,
or a time capsule,
or that place
between the bed and the wall,
that place you’re still afraid
monsters will crawl out of,
like he left a piece of himself with you
and you are terrified
he is coming back for it;
Or he left a piece of himself with you
and you are terrified
he is not coming back for it.
The sixth problem
is that when a new man tells you
he likes you too much
already,
it doesn’t sound like a promise.
It sounds like a smoke alarm,
warning you to get out fast–
If you hurry,
you might miss the worst of it.
the evening sits and sips plum wine from the collarbone of the sky.
First Breakfast is one of the four most important breakfasts of the day
— Robert Lowell, from Selected Poems: Mexico
i love suffering with a nice soundtrack
There’s always something missing in the way she feels. She feels something but not completely, she loves but not fully, she craves but not passionately, and that bit of emotion that’s always absent makes her feel odd and uncertain. Sometimes she feels that her heart was created unfinished.
The saddest moment is when the person who gave you the best memories, becomes a memory
“Odd that we often think the things we never had could have been the best things we would have ever had,
when they probably would have ended up as mediocre as the things we have had.”
Don’t chase people. If they want to leave, let them leave. Don’t open the door for them. Don’t even look at them. Indifference is always the best.
I just want to know how you feel, I don’t want to wonder anymore.
this house
burned down
a long time ago
but the ghosts
are still on fire
burned down
a long time ago
but the ghosts
are still on fire
“You’re more than just your name. You mean so many different things to me.”
“I thought I saw a spark between us, but I was blind to the trick candle you were using.”
Perhaps I was not meant to keep anything but
the memory of my fingers running through your hair,
the ghost sensation of your lips pressed onto my shoulder,
the hangover of our chemistry-filled banter,
traces of stolen kisses in a busy bar,
and the tiredness from a sleepless night together in my bed.
Why did you keep me from keeping you?
the memory of my fingers running through your hair,
the ghost sensation of your lips pressed onto my shoulder,
the hangover of our chemistry-filled banter,
traces of stolen kisses in a busy bar,
and the tiredness from a sleepless night together in my bed.
“Memories of him fade as you take my hand and insist I dance,
With every turn the color of his eyes leave me,
With every laugh his voice in my heads quiets,
And every time you pull me closer, it becomes easier to remember that there was a life before him.”
“The hardest thing was not losing you, but watching you find her.”
Be sorry that you made me so happy. That’s what hurts. That you made me so happy.
Who made you this way? And do they still matter?
Some things are worth letting go.
— Brian Eno
I complain in my head that I’m lonely, but then why do I avoid every stranger?
You killed me, for that I shall remain yours
People are actually that precious
some straight people are gayer then gay people
Drake warned me about you
life hack: can’t do homework if you don’t have a home. burn it down you piece of shit
life hack: can’t do homework if you don’t have a home. burn it down you piece of shit
Some days, I wonder
if you miss me.
Other days, I wonder
why I’m still wondering."
if you miss me.
Other days, I wonder
why I’m still wondering."
"You’ve got to be strong enough for love. It’s very easy to be cool and cynical. It’s very difficult to just let yourself go and be in love. You’ve got to be strong enough for that.
who are you
when no one is looking
and where do you go
when you set yourself free?
i don’t know anything
about love
i only know
that it’s a four letter
word
with so much potential
I may not be your
cup of tea but somebody
poured me, didn’t they?
I see your potential but I know you aren’t ready to stop the game.
I don’t even know if I’m ready to stop playing.
Together we go in this circle hurting others and even hurting ourselves.
Maybe this is why I think you could be my reason to stop, because you and I are the same.
But then someone else will come along and the cycle will continue.
A player is you and a player is me.
Players is what we will always be.
I always catch the feels for the wrong person
I always want a relationship with someone I know I can’t have. The guys that want a relationship with me are in the same boat because of it.
It was wrong. But it was worth it.
“You can’t deny how thick the air gets when we are in the same room.”
Your heartbreak is just another version of the same old story.
It’s not that I’m afraid no one will fall in love with me, I’m afraid I won’t love them back.
I don’t lose people, people lose me
- me: wow i have so much work to do
- me: *goes on tumblr*
- me: *watches a movie*
- me: *reads a novel*
- me: *takes a nap*
- me: *climbs a mountain*
- me: *backpacks through europe*
- me: why am i not getting anything done
“Someday, maybe. But not with you.”
If you have something due soon, an assignment you’re supposed to be working on, a test you should be studying for or a deadline at work - this is your sign to go and do it. Get off tumblr and dedicate some time to whatever your task is. Do yourself a favour and prevent future-you from feeling anxious and overwhelmed because you aren’t prepared. Don’t leave it until the last minute and cause yourself unnecessary stress. Stop procrastinating. I believe in you. You can do this.
“Maybe sometimes, we are the ones breaking our own hearts. We walk into a situation, get attached to someone all by choice. And then we let them break our hearts, because we’re the ones who gave them the opportunity to.”
It takes a certain courage to revisit memories of love lost. The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It’s the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.
when you’re truly lonely, you’ll start to miss anyon
“To distract myself from your absence-
I fill up my time
With as many things
That don’t mean anything.”
“
I wish I didn’t remember as easily as you forget.”
— I Guess Opposites Attract,
“100 followers,
200 eyes that get
To read words meant for him.
Thank you all for letting me pretend.”
“I’ve calculated all the different ways I can arrange my sentences, hopeful that one would be the one to make you realize just how interesting we are together
Your name has been collecting dust on the bookshelf you built for me. And the burn your touch left on my skin didn’t heal quite right. I search for you through glass screens, so that I can avoid you in real life.
This must be what a ghost feels like, traces of your presence reminding me of your absence.
http://somebodyandme.tumblr.com/
“You smell like summer:
Long nights down by the ocean
Counting shooting stars.”
things to do that will make me love you (quite simply)
- make me playlists for when i’m sad
- let me borrow your sweaters/hoodies/beanies
- bake/cook with me
- kiss me on the face
- give me really big, tight hugs when i’m tired
- play with my hair
- let me teach you how do things even if you already know how to do them
- yeah pretty much that’s it
i’ve compiled a list of the things i say most during school
- what
- wait what
- what do we do
- i have to pee
- when does this class end
- whens lunch
- what
REASONS I AM A FIVE YEAR OLD:
offcialnymph:
cries easily
doesn’t know how to adult
drinks a lot of juice
constantly needs attention
asks too many questions
becomes attached to everything very quickly
"DEEP IN MY HEART I KNOW I AM A LONER. I HAVE TRIED TO BLEND IN WITH THE WORLD AND BE SOCIABLE, BUT THE MORE PEOPLE I MEET THE MORE DISAPPOINTED I AM. SO, I’VE LEARNED TO ENJOY MYSELF, MY FAMILY, AND A FEW GOOD FRIENDS."
- Me at 2 am: I should bake a cake
"PAUSE AND REMEMBER— YOU WILL MAKE IT TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THIS HARDSHIP. ONE DAY YOU WILL LOOK BACK WITH WISER EYES, UNDERSTANDING AND GRATITUDE. HANG IN THERE!"
Never Forget You - Zara Larsson & MNEK
Bloom - The Paper Kites
Uncover - Zara Larsson
Party Hard - Chris Brown
Perfect - Selena Gomez
Bloom - The Paper Kites
Uncover - Zara Larsson
Party Hard - Chris Brown
Perfect - Selena Gomez
"YESTERDAY YOU WERE HAPPY WITH ME, AND TODAY YOU’RE IGNORING ME"
romanticize the hell out of your life tbh? romanticize the freckle on your left ass cheek or getting gas at the station before sunset. make every moment a good memory. make yourself feel special because you are special and I’m tired of this attitude where we attack each other by saying “no one cares”
http://blxch.tumblr.com/
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