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→ enemies (to lovers) prompts

"fine, continue to act like you hate me."

"don't you dare look at me that way. not now, after every vile thing we've done to each other."

"i hate you, i hope you don't forget that after tonight."

"why can't we just let whatever this pointless rivalry is go?"

"oh really?" / "yes, really." / "lying doesn't suit you, sweetheart."

"last time i checked, you guys were at each others' throats. how come you're sending heart eyes every time you see her now?"

"i might not be the best at this thing, but like hell i would let you be better than me."

"this is a one-time thing only. don't let me being nice to you get to your head."

"well, well, well. look who's running back into my arms. i told you that i'm irresistible, didn't i?"

"i am not driving home with you, are you crazy?"

"i may not like you, but i'm not heartless."

"say goodbye to being first place, asshole."

"you sound pretty hot when you shut up."

"you know, i still don't really know why i used to despise you."

"happy second anniversary, honey. remember when you first dumped an entire bowl of soup on my lap?"

"the world could really use some of your silence right now."

"your opinion doesn't matter. next, please."

"it seems like i'm out of fucks to give, oops."

"i don't need your pity."

"there are only three things in this world i truly cannot stand: you, you, and you."

"any time something bad happens to me, you've always been there. are you cursing me or something?"

"take your time, darling. hell's happy to wait for you."

"fuck you." / "i'm flattered, really, but no thanks."

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I thought we were in love? Why’d you paint me red like that…

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today I saw you on the freeway, two lanes over and heading east.

But I’m a foolish girl, and there’s a pit in my chest, pressing against my sternum.

Last week, you sold that car, and you moved across the world. You showed me the suitcase you packed, and the visa stamps in your passport.

And I’m a foolish girl, who misses you, but hates herself for it.

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Love is something I crave yet terribly afraid of because I don't know how it really feels and what if I mistake something horrible for love someday.

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I’ve been lying to everyone I know. No, I don’t know what he’s up to. No, I didn’t see him around. No, I didn’t answer his calls. If someone had asked, I would have told them I didn’t kiss him, either. But no one asks that question because they all think I’m smart and know what’s good for me. I’m not and I don’t. I’ve also been lying to myself. I know it doesn’t get easier that way, not in the long run, but what if I don’t care about the long run right now? What if I want happiness for myself even if it doesn’t last past the moment he walks out the door again? I know it has to stop at some point. I know I can stop it whenever I want to. Technically. But right now? I want to hold on to this scenario a little longer. And if they asked me why I smiled every time I talked about you? I would only smile some more. And I would lie to them. I would lie to them all.

I would lie / n.j. (via ninasdrafts)

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I love romanticizing my own life and make up scenarios. I want to date again, walk hand in hand through Berlin in the winter, looking at the Christmas lights. I want someone to look at me and think, ‘wow, this is all I’ve ever wanted’. I want a new years kiss. I want someone who travels with me to visit my hometown and share those little memories about how and where I grew up. It’s something I long for, but will never get.

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she looked up at the night sky with tears in her eyes and a smile she used to mask the hurt

Broken and afraid

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he told me he had a new girlfriend and all i could do was wondering why i’m good enough to fuck but never enough to date

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With such stubborn severity I’ve tried to achieve you. So much so that every universal particle has conspired to bring you to me.

Om Shanti Om (via musiquesduciel)

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Inhale, exhale. Breathe in the silence, breathe out the screams of my mind. I wish it were that easy. The world is blanketed by quiet at this time of night, yet the inside of my head reminds me about everything and more. From the mundane to the spectacular, the taste of nostalgia never quite goes away. It lingers on my lips and coats my tongue. It tastes sweet, but the aftertaste is always bitter. I don’t say very much these days. I try to laugh and smile more, but I don’t know how much of that is real and how much of that is me just trying to even the score. Too many frowns frowned, too many tears shed. Too many fears realized in such a short time. However, there are still sunsets to bask in, and still moonlit nights to hold close. More laughter to make and music to listen to. More smiles to see. More good memories to create, even if it feels like the universe is caving in on itself. At least, that’s what I want to believe. I want to believe there’s more than the heaviness that some days can turn getting out of bed into a workout. I want to believe that I’m worth it, that the fact that my heart still beats means something, even if the tempo isn’t always normal. For now, I’ll just keep breathing.

maxwelldpoetry - Breathing Difficulty (via maxwelldpoetry)

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“I don’t think you’ll ever understand.” the words left my mouth in a flurry, barely above a whisper. He turned towards me, a confused smile on his face. “Understand what? I know everything about you.” You do. But not this. He’d never understand how I’ve memorized the curl of his hair and the swoop of his neck. Or how I think his eyes are like honey and his smile like the sun. I could recognize him anywhere in this life or the next. “It’s nothing.”

His smile faded. “Okay.” We sat down on the field together. It was one of those days where everything felt hazy. The sun was setting and the sky was turning pink, and everything was warm. I wanted to tell him that I loved him.

-R.V // excerpt from a story I’ll never write

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“I crave conversations that will never take place.”

the grief that ruins me

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"Why aren't you coming back? It's been six months and I've fed myself stories of how you're traveling but now that you're not coming back, my heart is still waiting. How do I tell it that you won't? How do I stop waiting for you? Months are passing like seasons and still there is no single moment that can hold me still. How do I pause or rush forward?"

- trustonlystars | Jannie F • From diaries I couldn't discard.

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"Love me." She pleads.

"I do not know how to live in a world where you do not love me. Love me, please." I look away. I can't look into her eyes. Her eyes hold such blatant adoration towards me and yet, I feel nothing towards her.

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even if we don’t have kids together i’ll tell mine about you

i promise (via f0r-when-youre)

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