By Mike Depetris

I feel like every cell in my heart, is on constantly fire. I miss texting with you. I know whatever we had, wasn’t anything serious - but it was getting serious to me. And when you picked her over me, that just broke me down. Not that I loved you, but I wanted to love you, I wanted more, I wanted you to want me. And now here I am, broken, sad and a bit sentimental while; you’re kissing her, calling her cute names, making fun of her hair, telling her secrets about yourself and you like her. You’ve always liked her, but you didn’t tell her. And you didn’t tell me either. So while I was hoping for us to become a lilac sky, I became darkness and you turned her into your sky.

avouer, 11pm (via avouer)

get you a man that looks at you the way nathan looks at haley

Summer vibes..

By me (2017)

i am not the person you left behind anymore i have new favorite songs, a new favorite color, new bad habits my hair is different, my heart is different, my soul is different the scars on my heart are now stars i am shining brighter than ever the freckles covering my skin are a map of my future and my past i am lighter than ever my smile tells stories of the places i’ve been i am happier than ever i’m not the person you left behind anymore remanence of the past still lingers but there is no one left here to miss

roughlycapricious (via wnq-writers)

My newest Tinder match messages me and asks ‘Do you think birds dream?’ Without missing a beat, I say, ‘They don’t have to. They already know how to fly.’ They respond, ‘I don’t care much for flying.’ And with that, I unmatch. My great aunt and great uncle married after knowing each other for 3 months. Lived together for fifty-nine years. And when he was in a hospice bed he turned to me and said, ‘I’m not afraid of dying. I just don’t want to leave her yet.’ A year after his death she looks to me with tears in her eyes and says, ‘There was never a single moment where he didn’t treat me like a queen. Like the most spectacular thing he’d ever seen.’ Not everyone believes in fairytales. But I have seen the happy ending. I just think that in order to find it you have to have faith in magic. Yet so many people will settle for keeping their feet on the ground and they will die having only ever dreamed of what it means to fly.

Flying, V.P. (via bandaids-for-the-heart)

You are allowed to be both a masterpiece and a work in progress, simultaneously.

Sophia Bush (via sunsetquotes)

The Holiday (2006)

Suddenly you’re 21 and you’re screaming along in your car to all the songs you used to listen to when you were sad in middle school and everything is different but everything is good

You know that feeling … when you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing close around the characters who live and breathe on the pages. But you are tied to the story as if being dragged behind a carriage, and you cannot let go or turn the course aside.

Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

(via memoryarchaeologist)

But then sometimes we miss the memories not the people. Sometimes we want the feelings back, but not with the same person.

ma.c.a // Change of Tides (via vomitingwords)