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““We used to be close”, I say, but what I really mean is “I lost her and I don’t know how to get her back”, it’s “I’m sorry, but I can’t even remember what I did wrong”. When pride gets in the way and it’s difficult to own up to your mistakes, we tend to bury our apologies beneath fake smiles and empty words we do not mean. Suddenly we talk about the weather and our jobs, about things we know no one really cares about, and then we talk about nothing at all, our silence filling the spaces we carved between our outstretched hands. Sometimes your name pops up on my facebook and it makes me stop scrolling, because I still want to know what you’re up to and it kind of makes me sad because it no longer feels the same. It’s like I’m looking at a faded photograph I can no longer touch, I can no longer be a part of. I still want to know if you’re happy, and I hope you are, even if your happiness lies no longer with me. Even if you no longer share it, telling me of your latest adventures, no longer whisper secrets that smell like red wine and cherries, I still want to know. You can avert your eyes and pretend that you don’t see me in the streets, you can block my number. You don’t have to say hello to me ever again, even though we never really said goodbye. I can’t take back the things I told you and can’t erase the way I know you and always will. The memories we made sit in the back of my mind like deadweight, dragging me down, but I can’t forget. I won’t let myself forget. All the writers, the singers and our mothers tell us about heartbreak and about love gone to waste. About the tears we will cry and how it will hurt but won’t matter years down the road. But what about friendships ending? What about friends turning into strangers? I wish there was a warning about some friendships coming with an expiration date. I wish we sometimes remembered that two people can part ways from one day to the next when they’d sworn they’d never end. I wish more of us acknowledged that losing a friend is as gutting as a failed relationship.”

— we used to be close / n.j.

[broken8pieces0of-life2]

“You are such a beautiful human being, they say You are so loved and so appreciated By a certain abundance of your precious friends How are you managing to accept that love? Does it go straight through your head, or does it warm your heart? You sure as hell never accepted any of the love I had to offer My love was like a boomerang, I threw it head first, right to you But it never could reach you, could it? It bounced right back every time And instead of admitting that I deserve somebody Who opens themselves up in the way that I do I kept trying to give you my love, darling And this continued until You set me on fire that one deathly night I wanted to move mountains with you, I wanted to color the sky Oh how we could have colored the sky You gave up, “I think I fell in love with you”, you say, “But then I fell out of it.” I was in love with you, I looked you in the eyes, And knew that that was it. It was over. And now we’re friends, right? All I ever wanted was a friendship But you are such a shitty friend. You never give back. I deserve better. You might be a beautiful human being love, You are strong, You are brave, And you have come a long way in becoming the person you want to be. But they do not truly know you, Do they? Do they know how cruel you are? They don’t know that I spent my entire summer throwing up when I saw pictures of you, They don’t know that I cried every day for three months and you never cried at all, They don’t know that you drove a knife into the crevices of my back They do not know you, I do, And you are not an angel. The moon is just the moon when you’re sober. I spent so many nights under something more than the light of the moon, Hoping I could dance in it to forget you. I didn’t.”

— what they say isn’t always the truth. // September 16th, 2016

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"Well then, I need to find another galaxy to live in." he said, almost smiling even if he's still hurting. She looked at him, confused at what he's saying. She silently waited for him until he continued, "Because maybe in another galaxy, maybe in another world, there's you and me. Together. Not like this. Not ending up as if we never knew each other. Not ending up as if we could never understand one another. Not ending up, breaking each other." he sighed and slowly stood up, brought his hands to his pockets so she couldn't see how they are shaking trembly because of what he's currently feeling, then he finally said, "I hope I could bring you with me." he took one step and turned at her, he waved goodbye, then he said, "Where we can make it work."

I'll go, I wish with you. // ma.c.a

[broken8pieces0of-life2]

i don’t think it’s enough anymore to just simply survive; i want to feel alive. 

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no matter how high i always come down and when i come down i keep digging lower, lower lower the whole world moves slower

[broken8pieces0of-life2]

I choose to Love you in silence...

For in silence I find no rejection,

I choose to Love you in loneliness...

For in loneliness no one owns you but me,

I choose to adore you from a distance...

For distance will shield me from pain,

I choose to kiss you in the wind...

For the wind is gentler than my lips,

I choose to hold you in my dreams...

For in my dreams, you have no end.

~ Rumi

[broken8pieces0of-life2]

The future scares me more when I’m unsure if you’ll be apart of it or not

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How is it possible that I want you with me right now so much?

I crave you. I crave you beside me, I want to feel you touching me and I just want you. I want you here, I want you with me. I don't know why this feeling came back today. I can't handle it because I don't want to feel this.. I need you and I can't tell you.

Is this what being 'helplessly in love' feels like?

[broken8pieces0of-life2]

People say she built up walls around her heart

to keep it safe -

to protect it,

as if those walls were built out of something so concrete

as bricks and mortar -

when all it really took for those walls to crumble

was a gentle touch,

a loving smile

and a hope that this time

would be different.

She didn’t even realise when the walls she had so carefully built up,

had fallen,

until she sat

soaked in tears,

surrounded by the pieces of her broken heart,

and the rubble and dust -

all that remained of walls

that were once so strong.

- // when she fell, the walls fell too.

r.l.w

[broken8pieces0of-life2]

I always knew, some day we wouldn’t be together anymore. We were too young, we still are. But most of the time it didn’t matter, because you made me forget those dark thoughts. You made me happy enough to believe in miracles and just enjoy the present. But every now and then my heart ached when I was with you. For example when I sat on the passenger seat and watched you drive. Or when your hand layed on my leg and you thumb gently stroked my skin. When we layed in bed and I was still awake, listening to your breathing with your arms wrapped around me. And sometimes even when I simply looked at your face, deep into you eyes. You always asked me what’s the matter, when I looked at you and smiled, just because I was so happy to have you by my side.

In those moments me heart ached. Not because there was anything wrong. Just because I already knew how much losing you would hurt. How much I would miss you and how it would shatter my heart.

I was right.

[broken8pieces0of-life2]

It does not matter, whether it is love or lust that we carry together. As long as you are here with me, as long as you stay in my life, that is all that matters most to me.

Lukas W. // Coffee thoughts #115 (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

[broken8pieces0of-life2]

We cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever. We must stand up and move on to the next action.

Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via books-n-quotes)

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“people come back stronger. so I wouldn’t worry much about how hard you’ve been hit. we’ve all lost a few times here and there but it’s the way you rise that counts. the way you come back and the way you deal with what brought you down to begin with. that’s what makes you who you are. how you fall and how you fly and how far you extend your wings - to make sure you don’t ever have to touch the ground again. that’s what’s important here, remember that.”

r.m. drake

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You can try to dirty my name, but I’ll wear your hate like war paint.

Madalyn Beck (via spacebetweenthespaces)

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It’s okay to give away pieces of your heart to those you love but don’t forget to save some for yourself.

Because when they leave that’s all you’ll have left.  (via ifthenightcouldtalk)

[broken8pieces0of-life2]

In my dreams you’re with me, we’ll be everything I want us to be

And from there, who knows, maybe this will be the night that we kiss for the first time

Or is that just me and my imagination

Shawn Mendes // Imagination

[broken8pieces0of-life2]

“Are you sure you won’t take him back this time?” Skepticism was written all over her face and it infuriated me. “Yes, because there’s nothing to chase after. The feelings are still there but there’s no honesty, loyalty or trust anymore so what would I even be chasing? A healthy relationship cannot exist without those three things. So yeah, it’s really over and he’ll regret letting me go one day. ”

I deserve more than someone I have to chase after - Jess Amelia  (via jess-amelia)