A prayer

Give me a man with a little fight in him, a man who calls me on my bullshit. (But who also kind of likes my bullshit.)

Amy (Gone Girl)

I think my dad heard me crying cause he just cracked open my door and slid a piece of cake on the floor into my room

You never apologized to me for hurting me, but I apologized to you 12 times for being angry about it.

(via phitzpleasure)

I’m afraid writing again will only open the wounds I worked so hard for to heal.

Find someone who understands your silence.

The pain that you have been feeling can not compare to the joy that is coming.

Romans 8:18   (via humanseoul)

I used to read this everyday when I was depressed. Its true.

(via reallymang)

Need.

When they ask you about her, Tell them how you loved her. Tell them how you she made your heart shake and hands tremble. Tell them how you memorized the smell of her perfume. Tell them how she gave you the world Tell them how you didn’t even give her a backbone to trust. Tell them how her heart beated too fondly for you to comprehend. Tell them how she was the most beautiful orchid you had ever seen Tell them how you settled for just a handful of dandelions. But don’t forget to tell them about how you just couldn’t keep her.

Zienab Hamdan  - Tell them everything; tell them the whole truth. (Via moonlyaffairs)

“It is the bright shine of all the endured sorrow that will make us glow.” — Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson #tylerknott

absence by witherings on Flickr.

How do you know you’ve lost someone? Well, I guess you just know. I mean it starts with them forgetting to text you back, or not saying goodnight. It starts when you feel more alone in their arms than anywhere else in the world. It starts with arguments about stupid things and disagreeing more than you knew possible. It starts with them asking you what movie you want to watch,then choosing something completely different and it ends with them not bothering to ask you anything at all. It ends when they start kissing you with their eyes open and nodding distractedly at everything you say. It ends when there is nothing left but ash because it’s true: the opposite of love isn’t hate, it’s indifference. It ends when silence isn’t comfortable any more and the person sat in front of you is a stranger in strange clothes. You want to know how you know you’ve lost someone? In the end? Just in the same the way you know most things: you just do.

(via walangtruelove)

“Now it all begins, and now we close the chapters we’ve already read.” — Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson #tylerknott

I’ve always felt like I had to be tough. I’ve been so used to people reaching out to me to seek for comfort and I don’t want to disappoint them. But sometimes I also want someone to be there for me— someone who would let me unload, rant, or cry in frustration and would simply hug me afterward. I want someone to understand how much of a mess I can be but would still love that about me.