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Things that explain me better than I can explain myself

The damage was permanent; there would always be scars. But even the angriest scars faded over time until it was difficult to see them written on the skin at all, and the only thing that remained was the memory of how painful it had been.

Jodi Picoult (via hqlines)

 

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You need to understand that I’ll never be the girl that begs you to stay. If you decide to walk out of my life, I might be sad for a little while but know that I’ll never chase you. I’ll just let you go.

Midnight thoughts
I may love you, but i’ll never chase you (via dahlia—noir)

this is so important and relevant right now

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(Source: reality-escape-artist, via iowaprepster)

A Haiku for every first kiss

defy-thestars:

You were the first guy
And that meant so much to me
Then I broke your heart.

Texting for two weeks
Hard to believe I believed you
Why was I so sad?

Your teeth were crooked
But your smile was genuine
I didn’t text back 

We were just best friends
That happened to be lonely
Things are better now.

You wanted to make love
I just wanted to love you.
You found someone else.

We were all best friends
Drunk, naked, in a hot tub
Still not a lesbian.

Everyone was asleep
And you almost didn’t stop
I was really scared. 

Wanted us to work,
You always said, “I’m sorry.”
That drove me insane.

 Another mistake.
You said you weren’t over your ex.
You fucked me over. 

You were really drunk.
You grabbed me before you left.
You don’t remember.

I wish I loved you
‘Cause you’re my favorite person
It wasn’t meant to be. 

I don’t know why but
Kissing you made me so tired.
I didn’t feel anything.

We kissed in the rain,
But then you were too busy.
Sometimes I miss you.

Everyone saw us
At the time we didn’t care.
Your kiss left a bruise.

I was way too drunk
But Hannah said you were cute
Now we’re facebook friends.

You didn’t like me
But you did like to kiss me
That wasn’t enough

It was New Years Eve
You wanted to make it work,
It never would have.

You left for Cali
Maybe I’ll see you again
If not, that’s okay.

There were three of us,
You, me, and your depression.
I couldn’t fix you.

You walked me home but
Wanted to go home with me.
I hardly knew you.

You wrote a poem
But it lacked sincerity
Just like our kiss.

Similar interests
Brought us together, despite
Your reputation.

I hope when we meet
Our kiss will mean more to me
Than 12 syllables. 

(Source: annnna-banana)

I still love you. And sometimes, my friend, the love that I have, and can’t give to you, crushes the breath from my chest. Sometimes, even now, my heart is drowning in a sorrow that has no stars without you, and no laughter, and no sleep.

—Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram (via larmoyante)

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Heaven exists.
It’s 7pm with your lips pressed against mine.
Hell exists.
It’s 3am with you on my mind and not in my bed.

—Heaven and Hell (via halluzinogen)

(Source: unpoeticheartbreak, via yadetdakam)

What are you supposed to do with all the love you have for somebody if that person is no longer there? What happens to all that leftover love? Do you suppress it? Do you ignore it? Are you supposed to give it to someone else?

—O’Farrell, Maggie. After You’d Gone. (via wordsnquotes)

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I’ve made a lot of mistakes. I’ve trusted the wrong people. I’ve invested myself into relationships that meant nothing except burnt photographs and names of reminisce. I’ve said things I didn’t mean out of hurt, jealousy, even vengeance. I have been vindictive. I can be stubborn. I tend to never forgive easily. I hold grudges. Because if I do forgive, I don’t forget. I have the tendency to think I’m always right. (My elementary teacher used to say I could argue that the sky is green until I’m blue in the face.) I’m demanding, I am dominant. Espically, I am temperamental. I change my feelings along with the hour on the clock. This is who I am.


I’ve mad a lot of mistakes, but they have made me into the person I am. I may have not put my trust into the right people, but I’m never going to stop trusting people. I’ve lost time with the wrong people, but they showed me who the right people in my life. I have spoken harsh words like sandpaper, but I do not regret what I said, because they are better spoken than kept silent. I’ve always wished suffering onto those who have done me wrong, but I owe myself my reactions, even the ugly ones. The people who I haven’t forgiven, probably don’t deserve it. And the people I have, deserve to know that forgetting it is the last thing I’ll do. I’m probably right. (My teacher was right: that trait is never going to change. I’m just naturally a know-it-all) I am independent. Typically known as a “bitch” for my assertive actions and my right to say no. I’m temperamental, but I am emotional. I have never lived a grey life. This is who I am, and I am content with it. I know myself better than you ever will. For as many negative character traits I may have, one thing is for sure. I am not hateful. With that being said, I am glad I am not you.

—Self evaluating at 12:28 am (via therestofpage20)