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[daysyy]

“Do you know the uncomfortable feeling when you meet that person who’s about to mess up your life? It’s kind of funny and not everyone would believe it actually exists but I had it when I first met him. I love pasta so much and it was lunch but at that moment, I couldn’t eat. I ended up trying to stuff the food all in because it would be rude not to but that uneasy feeling inside me didn’t give me a rest. I never told anybody that, even to him. Well, truth be told, he did mess up my life. I was fine alone. A routine that I try not to miss, classes that can actually classify me as a nerd and poems I write about the love that hasn’t come to exist. I had friends. Just enough so I could hang out with people when I want to and have plenty of alone time. It was kind of lonely but I was fine. I didn’t look at him as someone I would fall in love with. I mean, he’s cute but he slouches even while walking. He doesn’t dress that well. I never had a “type” but I was pretty sure it wasn’t someone like him. He doesn’t talk to me a lot and maybe if it weren’t for my roommate, he wouldn’t know I exist. He loves these video games I kind of know because I have a couple of brothers who love them. I think I’m kind of all-over-the-place while he was this straight-laced boy. It wasn’t a likely combination. But I used the word “mess” twice and I think by now it’s pretty clear why I did. I never thought of kissing someone at 16. But you know, life hits you when you least expect it. And that was him. He made me do things I thought I would never do. He also made me cry a lot but damn, that boy made so mad in love that it felt like I was possessed. I think Cupid really was there and that arrow he shot right through me, it made me jump off a cliff even though I don’t have wings. It was a mess. It was pretty, yes, it was. And like all things pretty, it had to hurt. Nevertheless, I love every inch of it. Even the parts I used to hate. Even the moments I wish that never happened. Even the times when it was pure ugly. I loved every inch of it but it all went away. I don’t know where he is now or what he does or who he is with but I promised myself I would save him in my midnight skies. And I did. We are a star now. Dead and faraway but still glowing in the darkest of times. I don’t know if I will get to experience that kind of hit in the face once again. Maybe my heart won’t beat as ferociously as it did for anyone else other than him. I don’t know for sure but I know I will never forget my first love. I hope he doesn’t forget about me.”

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r.m.d

thebittermonosaccharide 

(via wordsnquotes)

[daysyy]

Do you know the uncomfortable feeling when you meet that person who’s about to mess up your life? It’s kind of funny and not everyone would believe it actually exists but I had it when I first met him. I love pasta so much and it was lunch but at that moment, I couldn’t eat. I ended up trying to stuff the food all in because it would be rude not to but that uneasy feeling inside me didn’t give me a rest. I never told anybody that, even to him. Well, truth be told, he did mess up my life. I was fine alone. A routine that I try not to miss, classes that can actually classify me as a nerd and poems I write about the love that hasn’t come to exist. I had friends. Just enough so I could hang out with people when I want to and have plenty of alone time. It was kind of lonely but I was fine. I didn’t look at him as someone I would fall in love with. I mean, he’s cute but he slouches even while walking. He doesn’t dress that well. I never had a “type” but I was pretty sure it wasn’t someone like him. He doesn’t talk to me a lot and maybe if it weren’t for my roommate, he wouldn’t know I exist. He loves these video games I kind of know because I have a couple of brothers who love them. I think I’m kind of all-over-the-place while he was this straight-laced boy. It wasn’t a likely combination. But I used the word “mess” twice and I think by now it’s pretty clear why I did. I never thought of kissing someone at 16. But you know, life hits you when you least expect it. And that was him. He made me do things I thought I would never do. He also made me cry a lot but damn, that boy made so mad in love that it felt like I was possessed. I think Cupid really was there and that arrow he shot right through me, it made me jump off a cliff even though I don’t have wings. It was a mess. It was pretty, yes, it was. And like all things pretty, it had to hurt. Nevertheless, I love every inch of it. Even the parts I used to hate. Even the moments I wish that never happened. Even the times when it was pure ugly. I loved every inch of it but it all went away. I don’t know where he is now or what he does or who he is with but I promised myself I would save him in my midnight skies. And I did. We are a star now. Dead and faraway but still glowing in the darkest of times. I don’t know if I will get to experience that kind of hit in the face once again. Maybe my heart won’t beat as ferociously as it did for anyone else other than him. I don’t know for sure but I know I will never forget my first love. I hope he doesn’t forget about me.

r.m.d

thebittermonosaccharide 

(via wordsnquotes)

[daysyy]

announcing your plans puts pressure on you to uphold an image, keep them undercover and protected until they are semi or completely fulfilled, this also upholds your inner motivation to prove only to yourself that you can complete what you want to achieve

[daysyy]

I get it now. I get it. The things that you hope for the most are the things that destroy you in the end.

John Green (via quotemadness)

[daysyy]

Why are we acting like we're on the bad term? Why are we not talking to each other?

Aiory

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Loneliness does not come from having no people around, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself…

Carl Jung (via fyp-psychology)

[daysyy]

there are days when i don’t want to talk and nights when i want to walk along the beach.

Scottie Waves (via wordsnquotes)

[daysyy]

PSYCHOLOGY FACT #521

Sometimes a person’s silence means “I’m tired of explaining to people who will never even care to understand.”

Read more psychology facts Here

[daysyy]

[daysyy]

You look like a dream I’ve never had before.

Richard Brautigan, The Abortion (via thelovejournals)

[daysyy]

to love and lose and still be kind.

Warsan Shire (via themotivationjournals)

[daysyy]

I never stopped loving you. Not even for a second. Even when I hated you.

Charles Sheehan-Miles, Just Remember to Breathe (via thequotejournals)

[daysyy]

To stand in front of a person who is your whole world and be told you are not enough. You are not the choice. You are a shadow to the person who is your sun.

Victoria Aveyard, King’s Cage (via wordsnquotes)

[daysyy]

I need to know why I’m so broken, so I can fix myself. One way or another. Maybe this place can help me do that, and then I can finally look forward to my future. Because I’m starting to realize there’s something worse than stepping up and facing your fears – and that’s living as if you’re already dead.

A.G. Howard, RoseBlood (via wordsnquotes)

[daysyy]

She was damaged, just like me. That’s what made her so magnetic. Pulling me in with eyes that reflected a sadness similar to my own. A familiar pain in which I was drawn to. But unlike me,
 She had a way of making broken look beautiful. Beautiful in the way that she still believed in fairytales. A hopeless romantic wanting to be swept off her feet. Aimlessly waiting for someone to break down her walls and actually stay this time. I envied that about her. 
She believed in love and “happily ever afters”. And I worry there is no such thing. My life is chaotic, just like hers. Maybe that’s what made me so magnetic. Pulling her in with eyes that reflected a fearfulness similar to her own. A familiar uncertainty in which she was drawn to. But unlike her, 
I have a way of making broken look ugly. Ugly in the way that I am beginning to believe love is just a highly contagious disease. An infection that spreads throughout your body attacking your heart. Slowly decaying over time. And I am infected. My heart is nothing more than an unrecognizable pile of rotting flesh. And I have felt nothing but emptiness for as long as I can remember. Maybe she envied that about me. 
I was numb. 
And she felt every emotion imaginable.

AB (via wnq-writers)

[daysyy]

You no longer deserve a poem.

mj (via wnq-writers)

[daysyy]

And how do you tell them you feel so empty without making it sound so sad?

fckedupfray  (via wnq-writers)