“Make the first move, tell people how you feel, stop so being scared of rejection, stop feeling so engulfed with thoughts that aren’t even yours, and stop wasting your fucking time.”
what i needed to hear (via lesbian-a-la-mode)
Oww. I really needed this
(Source: gaystray, via mynameisfayeandimgay)
we’d be perfect together why do I have to be ugly and why do u have to be famous
“She will not miss you like you will miss her.
She might think of your memories fondly
Or wonder on occasion if things could have ended differently.
But she will not lie awake at night thinking of you
and feeling as though her heart is slowly deflating.
She will not feel electric shocks through her brain
at the sound of someone mentioning your name.
She will not sense the lack of air
In the favorite places you once shared.
She will not miss you in the same way.
Remember this and know that someday
When you feel ready
Letting her go is okay.”
Letting Her Go - V.P. (via bandaids-for-the-heart)
“When you finally come to me tired and empty,
I won’t use my strength to take you in my arms,
and ask if you’re alright;
It’s not that I don’t care -
I’m just finally tired from all the times I’ve tried and you didn’t care.
So, I’ll delete your number and stop waiting for your call.
I’ll toss and turn at night,
wondering if you ever really loved me at all.
I may lose sleep over you but I won’t lose anymore of my pride.
I may cry oceans for you but I’ve learned how to swim,
I’m not drowning for you this time.
I’ll write poems about you and how I’ll never stop wanting you,
But I won’t give myself to you again.
You only want me when it’s late,
And I’m too weak to ask you where you’ve been.
You’ve been in another town with another girl,
A girl that you love more than me.
You don’t have to say it,
I know she’s the reason that you always leave.
You can’t come back.
You give her your best and when she’s done with you,
You give me what very little is left.
It’s not enough.
I’m disgusted at what you think I’m worth.
I’m done begging for your love, give it to her”
Poems From The Times You Left
Don’t you dare knock on my door when it’s pouring rain and she’s locked you out, I’m not your home anymore and I never was. (Part 1 of 3)
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He’s not so much into reading but once in a while he’ll lie there on bed with you; holding your all-time favorite book. He’ll try to read it. He’ll try to see what’s within. He might look at it in a different perspective from yours. He might not like nor love the story than you do. He might have hated the characters you admire so much. He might not even get the same feels which you felt after reading it, and he might read it for the first and last time since unfortunately, it didn’t catch his interest. Perhaps, it’s not about him loving that piece you’ve fallen for. It’s not about him pushing himself to love it only because you do. The thing is he tries to read it without you asking for it. He goes to every page and tries to discover what’s in it that made you drunk to the thought of it and you know it’s love. It’s love because it is something you didn’t demand. It’s something he’s willing to do not to impress you or what, rather to get to know your world better.
(Source: alwaysbeyourmusee, via heypauleen)