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plot twist: she’s a very freaky girl that you can bring home to momma

why do you keep running away from your feelings

because you don’t want to get hurt? like you have been in the past?

why not?

feeling, loving, caring

its how you know your alive man

you don’t have to be more attractive. you don’t have to be attractive at all. you don’t have to attract anyone or anything. you are not a magnet, damn it. you should be you for you and only you. and yes I am talking about you and you and you.  

I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.

(via purplebuddhaquotes)

via @extramadness

I am so sad but I don’t have time for it

“If I were capable of loving someone … it would be you.” - Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love

via @the-book-diaries

got what you needed and left

“Have you ever felt a potential love for someone? Like, you don’t actually love them and you know you don’t, but you know you could. You realise that you could easily fall in love with them. It’s almost like the bud of a flower, ready to blossom but it’s just not quite there yet. And you like them a lot, you really do. You think about them often, but you don’t love them. You could, though. You know you could.”

— W.J. (via poesietanz)

“My feelings just changed. I had been waiting for you to realize you couldn’t go another day without me. I had played out every excuse you could of had for putting all that time between us. Missing you had become second nature to me. And somewhere in the last year, when I never got that phone call, and you never showed up at my window, and we never ran into each other, I just stopped feeling like I needed you so much.”

— Daily Tumblr Love Quotes (via thelovewhisperer)

““It didn’t work out” I guess those are just sort of four words that make you feel numb even when they shouldn’t. They’re the way love ends and the way your heartache story begins. You’ll look back on it a few years from now. Your hair is a lot shorter now and you’ve stopped biting your nails and you run into someone who knew you back then. Back when you were seventeen and you were his. And they’ll ask how you are and how you’ve been and what happened? What happened. Because oh god you were so in love. The kind of love that you don’t think ever goes away, until it does. So you’ll play it all back in your head even though you haven’t thought about it in years and it’ll rush back and wash over you and you’ll take every “I love you” and every hard kiss and every intertwined finger and wrap it all up and press it between the letters of the words “it didn’t work out.” You won’t talk about the first night you met and how you’ve never laughed so hard in your life. You won’t talk about sleeping on his bedroom floor incase his mother came into the room. You won’t bring up the way he made it feel like you weren’t going to die and with him, you never wanted to. You can’t even remember why it ended. Everything you were and everything you had is gone. It just didn’t work out. But you know that it could have.”

— (via malditangblogger)

what moving on feels like..

“You get over him like this: at first, you don’t. his name is a note you can’t unsing but eventually your body gets bored of making tears over the same person who broke you. your body says “listen up it was a long time ago” and for a second you feel whole but you catch sight of him in a starbucks and your heart drops and your hands shake and you want to throw up and you can’t explain to your friends why this messed you up because you’ve already talked their ears off so you go home and have a good old-fashioned sob but somewhere in that night or the next one or two weeks down the road the things that came to the surface start getting old and you start turning over your relationship in your palms until you discover the ugly things you’ve been hiding from yourself and you think maybe it’s wasn’t always heaven maybe it was hell and you write about him or cry about him or get him out of yourself however you can, you scrape yourself clean until there’s nothing left and rebuild from the ground up and some wicked part of you still wants to talk to him just to say “look, i’m new now, i’m different,” but you don’t because you’ve straightened out the voices in your head and you write about him and make a stupid poetry blog about red blood and black ink and you make playlists of songs you found way after him and you make yourself okay again eventually because the truth is, you were whole before you found him you have just forgotten how to be who you are without him - don’t worry, my love all it takes is a little soul-searching before you rediscover you are better off without him.”

— For my friend who asked me to write about getting over a lover. /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)