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Bittersweet Love
I wish someone had told me
That once the love is gone
The memories go with it
Even if you try to hold on
Life happens
New memories form
And the past starts dissolving.
I wish someone had told me
That our love would expired
Last Late October
I didn’t see it coming
Like trying to switch lanes
On the Highway
I double
Triple checked
My blind spots before merging
Then out of nowhere
I got hit
Not knowing what to do
But scream
“What the fuck”.
I wish someone would have told me
I wish someone would have told me
I wish you would have told me.
I don’t resent you
I just wish you would have told me
Maybe I would have left you alone
It seemed that’s what you wanted
You should have told me
I bothered you
Because why would I want to be around
Someone who clearly resents me
For bothering them.
My mom was so good
At dismissing me
Whenever she didn’t want me
She would tell me to leave
And I listened
And I got used to it.
If you told me
I would have left you alone
Maybe you knew that
And you were afraid to be alone
Why do you do things?
Are you always living in fear
Or are you scared of living?
It was a bittersweet love
Now I can leave everything
Behind me
Look behind me a couple times
And notice everything is fading
Your face that once was
Projecting in my mind
Is slowly fading.
The face I once couldn’t shake off
The thought of you
My first thought in the morning
To the last thing I think about.
Sweet silence linger around me
I don’t wait for your return
I have found peace in the busy crowds
Of the city
In my mind.
In my mind
You would see people walking fast
Talking on the phone
Loud rings of the trains
People smoking
Kids running around and yelling
“I want this!”
Someone bumped into someone
And made them drop their papers
And the wind is taking the papers
And now the person is telling the other person
“Watch where you are going”
My mind is a busy city
Like New York City
But I found myself
Standing still
Watching everything unfold
People walking around me
not through me
And I said
“This is my brain
and I accept this.”
When we ended
My mind ended up overworking
With overthinking
With what ifs
With alternative universes
and fantasies
But through it all I learned
No one should make me
Feel bad for being a curious mind
And wanting more
You made me feel it was bad to be me
That I was some job
You had to take extra shifts
My mind is a wonderful place
I am both the good and bad
I am not perfect.
I hope no one ever makes you feel
Like you made me feel
It’s a bittersweet love
I don’t love you anymore
Like I once loved you.
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A lot of people on this website make great points that could be phrased a lot less condescendingly
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