May 2013
10 posts
{Travail d'amour}: 3x →
52hearts:
I have loved 3 times in my life, 3 times more than I ever expected to. And it has been a mess every time. You would think I should be grateful for having loved so much but it only means I have been broken 3 times more than you expect in a life expectancy. It only means I have moved out of…
Truth is Stranger Than Fiction: Life is a lot... →
mynameiselly:
Life is a lot easier with someone next to you or holding your hand. In moments of solitude or confinement, it can be all too easy to forget how wonderful life can be even without people by your side.
But I’m trying not to forget that I’m never truly alone. I’m trying to soak up loneliness like a…
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abbysetcetera:
Adulthood doesn’t mean you stop drinking juice pouches and eating fruit snacks. It means buying your own.
April 2013
45 posts
7 tags
5 months since i met you. you are terrible for me. and yet, i miss you and think about you every day. the last time, i could tell that you were trying. it hurts. and i don’t want to hurt over you anymore. i am running out of tears and energy to hurt with. i am exhausted and sad. and i can’t even hate you for hurting me, because i let you.
irishwriter2287:
“I don’t want you to love me because you feel like you have to or you’re obligated to. I want you to, because you do. Because you want to. I don’t want you to love me if you’re forcing yourself to. I’d rather you be with someone you’re truly happy and in love with. Even if that’s not me.”
it’s stupid, because in my most vulnerable moments, i think of you. i just want to scream and tell my heart to stop wanting you, because you will only ever bring me pain, masked behind hope and moments of fleeting joy.
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the lonelies tend to strike between 11 PM and 3 AM. during the day, it’s easy to keep my mind busy. when the sun goes down, and the silence is absolute, it’s almost impossible not to wish that i had someone to hold on to. i miss closeness. an emotional connection. it’s too bad that when you want it, you probably aren’t going to find it. sigh.
study study study. at least if i don’t have time to think about you, my heart can’t hurt (much).
i have a tendency to sacrifice pieces of myself for others, to follow different dreams than my own to find or keep love, to stay with people that hurt me because i want to help them, and because i think that i can heal them with my love
but i’ve realized that i can’t fix people, that we have to find that power within ourselves, that someone else can’t just come in and make us...
“Let them miss you. Sometimes when you’re always available, they take you for...”
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“Abortion seems to be the only medical procedure that people want to deny you...”
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“Worry about your own uterus” wise wise words.
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Truth is Stranger Than Fiction: You’d think that... →
mynameiselly:
You’d think that after 4 years, you would be able to stop loving someone, that your patience would simply dry up like rain in the desert and things would change, that something might happen in between the 1,001 days you have spent memorizing the irises of his eyes and the way he speaks when he…
Real people don’t act like movie people.
People send their kids to school, kids get shot.
People watch batman, they get shot.
People run marathons for charity, they get bombed.
Where is the innocence in the world, is there even good left in us?
Teacher sacrifices her life to save children.
Hollywood cancels première and Christian Bale goes to honour victims.
People rush to donate their own blood to help out.
Of course...
it felt good to finally tell you all the things that were bouncing around my head. it hurt to say them out loud, and to ask you not to talk to me anymore. it hurt to hear you confirm my suspicions. it hurt to acknowledge that you wanted someone to be there, but it was never that you wanted ME. i know, even more now, that we never could have worked. i’ve always known that you were in love...
I hurt. I am frustrated with my heart, with my feelings, and with myself for hoping too much. I do not want to want him anymore. I want to be free of these constant thoughts. I don’t know how to move on. I don’t want to. But he is someone who is always going to leave. Someone who is always going to end up hurting me. I don’t know what to do. All I want is to be with him.
mynameiselly:
You don’t know how to do calculus or how to paint like you’re a prodigy, you don’t know how to tell the future or how to write your feelings into poetry, you don’t know a lot of things but you do know that kissing him feels like home and you could linger near his lips forever.
i'm gambling with my heart
last night was perfection. i can’t help but think that it was too good to be true. this is the third time i’ve gone back to him, and i don’t know why i’m risking my heart again. i have a feeling that we’ll probably follow the same pattern. but maybe not…and it’s the maybe that gives me hope.
i was doing just fine until i spent the night in the arms of a stranger. having a serious cuddle craving right now. rawr.
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I am restless. I want to drive out into the night and stand on the peace bridge and look at the stars. Silence appeals to me right now. But I am trapped here, car-less, with nobody to nighttime adventure with me.
sometimes i wish i could recall every word from every conversation
because spoken words slip away too quickly
and i find myself trying to remember
whom i spoke with about the distinction
between cuddling and snuggling
