#dearheartbreak

[davidwfloydart]

Courage, dear heart ❤️ #ukrainewar #ukraine🇺🇦 #courageous #dearheartbreak #warzone #warsucks #russianinvasion (at Catalina Foothills, Arizona) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cb71E4Yr_KQ5fGasKel7dj3WL89FwOwOBtizeA0/?utm_medium=tumblr

[portsmouthteenreviews]

Teens writing about their personal experiences of love life.  The authors write back with their own stories and great advice.

The best book I’ve read.  I’ve gone through some of it, so it was nice to get some advice from someone and read about other kinds of stories and that there are other people out in the world with the same problems. 

Reviewed by Viktoriya

[thewordmural-blog]

dear heart breaker,

words fall from your mouth like rain from a drenched sky, but they do not hold the same comfort in my mind like the telltale pattering of wet drops on a roof. your words sound like a dull blade being forced through skin and bone, the rough sound of splintering and gushing and pain. so much pain. every sound you make causes a swell in my heart and a dizziness in my head. stop saying that you only talk to me because I beg you to, stop telling me to move on after the way you left me. broken. beaten down. changed. you tell me that I’m different; I’m not who you fell in love with. that I don’t laugh the same, smile up to my eyes, live with such a carefree attitude. I don’t get to be happy and carefree after you ripped my heart out of my chest, clutching it in one hand and leaving me with one big, gaping hole. scratching, clawing at the bloody mess you made and never cleaned up. 

I loved you, despite our faults, but you left me after my mother found out our secrets. you left me and took all our friends. you left me when I would spend every night crying, and instead of wiping away my tears like you promised to, instead of calling me beautiful and kissing me softly, you decided to give me more reasons to cry. 

you know you crushed me, right? I act like I don’t care sometimes, but why else would I keep talking to you? why else would I walk a little straighter every time I pass you in the halls? it’s because I fucking miss you, and you don’t care. because life is one big game for you, and I was merely a level you had to beat. it didn’t take you long, either. you took many more things from me than you gave. your love, the fleeting two months of it, was not enough to make the pain worth it. our friendship, the almost two years I spent getting to know you, meant nothing to you in the end. you said goodbye so easily, and I’ll never be the same girl who kissed your nose and laughed the loudest of everybody. I don’t get to have her back, because she wasn’t prepared to be hurt. you took her from me, you hid her away in a locked cage, miles from my grasp, and you threw away the key. just like you threw away us, like we didn’t matter. like I didn’t matter.

did you ever even love me? 

you couldn’t have, or else you wouldn’t have believed me when I said all I wanted now was sex. when I cried to you about my family, my friends. the horrible thoughts I keep thinking. it was all a plea for you to talk to me, to hold you in my life still, to give you a place. I needed you, and you didn’t love me, but I kept convincing myself that you still did. deep down, under the cold mask you wear to cover your vulnerability. but it’s not a mask anymore, it molded itself to your face and will never come off. wrapped around your high cheekbones and curved eyes, it’s made a home out of your skin and it’s never leaving you. you will never feel free, and that makes me content. 

because I will never not hurt, and you will never be completely, totally happy. and you don’t deserve to be. not after what you did, not after everything that’s happened. not after killing who I used to be in one phone call, telling her that it was done. that you were done, we were done. I never thought I would let myself get hurt like that, I always pretended that I didn’t care. but I let you in, broke down the walls and gave you a chance. and what did you do? you destroyed me. 

I guess I should thank you, for helping me realize what pain was. I’d been hurt before, but never that badly. and while I’m crying while writing this, just know that I won’t cry for you again. because you don’t deserve happiness, and you most definitely don’t deserve my tears.

sincerely, 

blue.

[herwitchinesss]

read #dearheartbreak if you can. I was lucky to reserve it pre-publication & get it first at @bklynlibrary & I’m so glad I did #booklr #bookstagram #books #ya https://www.instagram.com/p/BriY2otH1Ld/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1uqnqpt604g29

[lisa-lostinlit]

✨G I V E A W A Y ✨ . This is a book about the dark side of love: the way it kicks your ass, tears out your heart, and then forces you to eat it, bite by bloody bite. If you’ve felt this way, you’re not alone… . In this powerful collection, YA authors answer real letters from teens all over the world about the dark side of love: dating violence, break-ups, cheating, betrayals, and loneliness. This book contains a no-holds-barred, raw outpouring of the wisdom these authors have culled from mining their own hearts for the fiction they write. Their responses are autobiographical, unflinching, and filled with love and hope for the anonymous teen letter writers. . Today I have partnered with @fiercereads to give away one copy of Dear Heartbreak. . 📖TO ENTER: - follow me, @fiercereads, @heatherdemetrios and @storygramtours - tag a friend you think will be interested . 📖For an EXTRA entry: - visit @_ebl_inc_ tomorrow and repeat these steps . 📖RULES: - Giveaway will end Feb 25th at midnight EST - US ONLY - not affiliated with Instagram - must be 18 or have parents permission - must be a public account so I can verify entries . To learn more or to order a copy of the book, click on the link in my bio! ________________________________________________________ #DearHeartbreaktour #DearHeartbreak #HeatherDemetrios #YALit #FierceReads #storygramtours #cozyvibes #booksofinstagram #thebookstagram #readersofinsta #libraryofinstagram #ilovebooks #bookish #bookaesthetic #ofquietmoments #bookstagramming #mybookfeatures #hyggelife #bookfeaturepage #toberead #bookhoarder #pursuepretty #readinglife #bibliophiles #bookpage #booklover #bookseverywhere #yareads — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/2NgP92Z

[itsredwritinghood]

It’s #mailtagmonday and these are some postcards I sent out a few weeks ago answering the #mailtags of #myfavoritechips -#Funyuns and #myhappyplace -#underthesea along with Dear Heartbreak a book of letters written by teenagers and answered by YA authors...I wish there would’ve been books like this when I was a teenager #bookstagram #postcards #snailmail #bookgeek #booknerd #bookworm #bookish #bibliophile #bookaddict #bookaholic #bookaholicsanonymous #bibliotherapy #bookcommunity #writing #mail #librarybooks #drawing #mailtag #dearheartbreak #yabooks https://www.instagram.com/p/BxslzH5BA4E/?igshid=21aj0rokjb7u

[dearheartbreak]

dear heartbreak,

the thing that people don’t tell you about moving back home is that it leaves you with so many mixed emotions. home is a place where you have so many good memories from your childhood, teenage and high school years, and your friends and family. yet home also holds onto bad memories like past mistakes, old friends, old memories, and old ex’s. i remember sitting in one of my high school classrooms a few days before graduation counting down the days not only until graduation, but to move across the state to start a new life in a new city and in a new school with new people. i needed to desperately move out of my small town, i needed that fresh start. two weeks before college, i fell hard for someone. we had an incredible year despite the distance. it was hard leaving and being so far from someone who felt like home even i didn’t even know what home felt like. in reality, i don’t know what home feels like anymore and i haven’t in a long time. we may not have worked out, but im glad i had a year in my life that i felt complete and not lost. three years have flown by in a blink of an eye and im not the same person anymore. sometimes it scares me to look in the mirror since i have never been so lost before as i am now. i have done so much for myself in the past three years that i thank myself every single day that we broke up, it was for the best, but he will always hold a special place in my heart no matter how badly we left things. college is a time to do all the things that you wanted to do and im lucky to say that i was able to experience so much out of my four years in college. one weekend trip and two international trips, a semester abroad, countless job fairs/ conferences/ and field trips, four different job opportunities, and meeting so many incredible friends and staff members. despite all these amazing things, i hid something huge from mostly everyone around me and i am still hiding it. i am more depressed and lonely than ever, im not afraid to admit it. if someone actually took the time, they would notice. there have been countless sleepless nights in my dorm room crying my eyes out or walking around the city alone at 3 am to clear my head. my heart was broken and it’s still broken, even though i have moved on. everyone says that time heals all wounds, but does it? it’s been three years, it hasn’t gotten easier. the chapter of my time in college has come to an end, i got a part time job that pays great, i bought my dream car, started grad school online, yet im living alone in my room at home feeling more depressed and lonely as ever. graduation was one of the proudest days that i have been in myself in a long time and in a year, i can’t wait to relive that type of proud moment again when i receive my master’s degree. two days after graduation, i hopped on a plane to ireland and spain for two weeks. traveling has always been a passion of mine and an escape. reality hit me when i move back home after my vacation, i was jobless, school less, moving back home with my parents and sister, and i had no friends in this town. my depression has gotten worse since i moved back home. i remember sitting in high school counting down the days until summer vacation to be able to hang out with my friends. everything changed after high school ended. i have two amazing best friends in my hometown, yet we don’t hangout. our lives are always busy, so if we see each other, it’s not for a long time. everyone moved back into college a week ago and i just wanted to pack everything and move back to school so that i can be close by my friends. facetiming my roommate and my friends this past week was something that i needed after my long stressful week at work, but every time we hung up, i would sob for hours. it always feels like we are in the same room together, even when we are across the state from each other. it’s hard moving away from everyone that you love, especially when you are alone. i am alone and lonely. i miss my friends. i miss being in love. i miss having someone who would check up on me to make sure im not too sad. home isn’t home anymore; it hasn’t felt like home in four years. there isn’t a way to explain my whole life story to explain everything that has gone wrong and why i am who i am, but i just know that this isn’t the place for me. there is nothing going for me in this town, so why am i stuck here? why do i feel trapped? i just want to pack everything into my car and leave without saying goodbye to anyone, because honestly nobody will care that im gone. my family will care, but 99% of the time they don’t care. if they cared, they would be able to see how fast i am crashing. my life is spiraling out of control and I don’t know what to do. why do people say moving back home after college is a good time? it’s honestly one of the worst decisions that i have made. it’s been so toxic for my mental health, sanity, and heart. i rather be broke, struggling, and happy than lonely, depressed, and miserable at home to save money. i am 22, almost turning 23 working on a masters degree when everyone who i graduated with has found a job in the field, im working part time in a decent job that i want to leave soon, and im unhappy. what should my next step be in life? i feel so lost that i dont know what to do anymore, what my next step should be, or where i should be looking? all i want is to be happy again, but when will that be?

[fallawa-y]

Que ironia não,

tudo de mal que nós fazemos para os outros não lembramos, e o que fazemos de bom relembramos 24 horas ao dia.

[herwitchinesss]

from #dearheartbreak a YA anthology on heartbreak & love. perfect line & true. keep on loving, keep on rebelling. ✊🏼 #booklr #bookstagram #books https://www.instagram.com/p/BriYVj-n8Pp/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1admdpvv7fl3p