The only thing we’re good at is breaking each other’s hearts
—me if I would ever talk to you again (via whispeved)
(via orange-halloween)
Not all soulmates are
meant to be lovers.
Some souls just
aren’t supposed to be
loved in that way.
But that doesn’t mean
we weren’t meant for
each other.
—“To all life-long friends”
remnant-thoughts (via remnant-thoughts)
Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.
—Mark Twain (via picsandquotes)
(via picsandquotes)
yayoi kusama
infinity mirrored room – the souls of millions of light years away, 2013
(via osappho)
I realized tonight I can and never have felt happiness being called beautiful by a man because I can never hear it without an implied expiration date, without an Asterix, without terms and conditions.
(via osappho)
I saw you for the first time since we’d broken up today. I was mid conversation with my friend smiling and then there you come driving past in the passenger seat of your best friends car where we’d shared some of our nights together. You looked straight past me without a second look back, and that was that, this is what we are now.. Not even civil enough for a smile, just strangers who once shared an incredible few months together.
—B.L letters I never sent (via im-sad-lets-have-sex)
I should’ve expected that we’d drift apart. I should’ve expected that we’d talk less. I should’ve expected to miss you this much. I should’ve, I should’ve, I should’ve, but I didn’t.
—Should’ve (21 of 366) || J.Kim. (via finitetoinfinity)
(Source: f-l-e-c-h-a-s, via f-u-g-i-t-i-v-o)
I’m sorry, but I cannot love you the same way I loved him.
I cannot think of you every second of the day. I do not have trouble sleeping from thinking about you. I do not feel the need to brag about the cute and beautiful things you do for me. but don’t get me wrong, my heart skips a beat for you. I do smile when I think of your voice. I am addicted to your scent.
but I’m sorry, I just cannot love you the same way I loved him.
because every time I think of him, my heart breaks and my stomach drops.
I am too scared to love you. I am scared of laying in bed, sobbing, and feeling the great pain of my body when I learned that he didn’t love me anymore. I am terrified of being too dependent, just to end up being more alone than what I started with.
I am in love you.
but I’m sorry, it’s just not the same as I once felt for him.
—I’m sorry (via 2ndsong)
You are not free until you have no need to impress anybody.
—Joyce Meyer (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
