“It’s funny how I thought I was good at hiding my feelings, but then strangers started asking me what was wrong and why I looked so tired and that’s when I realized you didn’t care enough to notice.”
And on day, your name didn’t make me smile anymore.
“As long as it lasts.”
You’re in love with him, and he’s in love with you, and it’s like a goddamn tragedy, because you look at him and see the stars, and he looks at you and sees the sun. And you both think the other is just looking at the ground.
A masterpiece is still a masterpiece when the lights are off and the room is empty.
“Don’t rely on someone loving you to make you feel whole.”
I miss the way you used to look at me.
“Everyone is moving on
but I’m stuck”
Once I ran to you. Now I run from you.
Those who are heartless once cared too much.
“All great and precious things are lonely.”
I am so sorry to all the people I hurt while I was hurting.
You were my favorite mistake.
“Maybe we’ll meet again, when were slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my mind.”
“Everybody has a chapter they don’t read out loud.”
It is what it is. It was what it was.
You’re playing with matches and I have a paper heart.
Never give permanent feelings to a temporary person.
please touch me so I don’t feel so empty.
Nostalgia is a liar. Nothing was ever as good as you remember it to be. There’s a reason you don’t talk to that person anymore, there’s a reason you’re not part of each other’s lives. Don’t trust nostalgia. Grieve. Reflect. Move on.
“Loving what I know about you, trusting what I don’t.”
You made flowers grow in my lungs and although they are beautiful, I can’t breathe.
You can’t be fixed by the same person who broke you.
“I like my coffee how I like myself: dark, bitter, and too hot for you.”
“I gave the wrong people the right pieces of me.”
“You’re not going to be happy all the time. No one ever is. Sometimes you’re just going to sort of exist, and that’s okay. Learn to be satisfied with ‘content’ and ‘calm’ and ‘not sad.’ Not sad is good. Not sad is great.”
“Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls. The walls of hospitals have heard more prayers than the walls of churches.”
“If you live like lightning, you crash like thunder.”
“A girl doesn’t need anyone who doesn’t need her. So that’s why we’re over, and now I don’t need you either.”
“This may be a sad chapter but you are not a sad story.”
“In order to forget, you must be ready to be forgotten. It’s a two-way thing.”
“My biggest fear is that one day my kid will be crying alone to themself at night and I won’t know why.”
“it’s okay if I’m not the girl of your dreams or the one you dance with at prom. I just want to e the girl you think about twenty years from today while you’re staring at your morning coffee, wishing that you hadn’t poured so much milk in because now it’s too creamy to resemble my dark brown eyes.” – 11/16/14
“The things we fear the most have already happened to us.”
“You can always come home again but it won’t be the same.”
“Always be kinder than you feel.”
We were never in love but God, we could have been.
One day you’ll realize that I was the fresh air before your last breath.
“I think childhood is something you don’t really appreciate until it’s been taken away from you.”
“And in the end, we were all just humans drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.”
It’s not about you anymore.
All palaces are temporary palaces.
“You’ve got too much soul to be handled by someone who has never been passionate.”
“Everything is temporary.”
“It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills. It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood. It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend slept with his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away. It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays. It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.”
“You made me think I had a chance when really I didn’t. **** you for that.”
“And I think the thing that terrifies me most is that one day, you’ll be the story I’ll tell my daughter, when she’s curled up in bed, wrapped in blankets and heartbreak, when she hasn’t eaten anything in days but the voicemails he left her, when she hasn’t been able to sleep because the goodbye that broke her shatters her bones all over again every time she closes her eyes. And I’ll climb into bed with her and she’ll lay her head on my lap and I’ll try to brush him out of her hair and her tears will soak through my shirt and I’ll tell her about the boy I met when I was sixteen, who sat next to me in math class, who I fell in love with after two weeks, who saved me, who destroyed me. And I’ll tell her about how it hurt. It hurt so badly it almost killed me. It hurt so badly my mother stopped going to work so she could stay home and make sure I didn’t take too many pills. And then I’ll tell her about how it got better. How it stopped hurting. How I stopped bleeding. My mother went back to work. I got out of bed. But I won’t tell her that sometimes I still have dreams about you and can hardly breathe the next day or about the pictures of you I have hidden in the attic.”
“I miss the way you used to look at me.”
“I loved you so much but you were always afraid of thunder and baby I’m a storm.”
“Sometimes I just need someone to show they care because it gets lonely here in the dark corners of my brain and I don’t want to feel this lost and broken anymore – please hold me close and show me that I am more than what I feel.”
“In twenty years, I won’t remember today. And that scares me.”
“One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth.”