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"If you love her let her go"

This phrase is widely mentioned. But...

But who's going to talk about the broken promises? The promises to always stay with one another through thick and thin, the promises to always be by each other's sides, the promises to never leave. Who's going to talk about the broken hearts? The shattered shards of the heart of the one who never left, the emptiness left behind in the apartment meant for two, the tears that stream down their face every night when they're alone in the dark, in the bed too big for one. Who's going to talk about the emotions, the pain, the helplessness, the adoration that still remains despite everything? The grief as everything around you reminds you of them, the pain in your chest as you desperately try to forget them, the tenderness in your heart that still remains, despite how hard you try to hate them. The shaking hands that want to punch them in the face so much, yet cannot bear to leave a single wound on their precious face.

Who's going to talk about the one left behind?

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Some nights I wake and everything hurts a little. It is amazing how long a ruined thing will burn.

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Being an “understanding person” is the worst kind of thing. i repeat worst. you have to understand people’s situations, their problems, their traumas. but when it comes to you, you will scream alone. absolutely alone.

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"how are you?" im not fine my hands wont stop shaking idk whats wrong with me plsplshelpme- "i'm good, wbu?"

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i want i want i want but i cant have it and the longing is killing me

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the tears flow into the gathering ocean

and the waves of grief lapse at the shore

the uncontrollable tides of anguish rise higher

as i wait for the destruction by the storm

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M.S. (via coffee-crinkled-pages)

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dear time,

can you please stop? you frighten me. I can’t escape your grasp and it makes me so terrified. i’d do whatever i could to make this moment last forever. i’m always trying to run away from you but i can’t escape your inevitability. you haunt my present by making me borrow grief from the future. I don’t want to grow up, I don’t want them to leave, i don’t want things to change. i pray for a world where you can’t follow me but no matter how hard i hold on to the slope i’m slowing slipping into your grasp and there’s nothing i could do to stop you it’s so fucking scary

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looking for alaska, call me by your name, beautiful boy, my mad fat diary, moxie, lady bird, all the bright places, little women... these are the works of art that shaped me and continue to do so. they made me who i am : they lead me on, brought me up, only to crush me at the end. i cannot begin to explain the hold they have on me. i feel connected to each character. i feel understood by them. they showed me that it's ok to feel deeply, it's ok to linger on a thought a little too long, it's ok to choose dying over speaking because sometimes speaking and not being understood only reinforces the hypothesis that no one will ever get you. and i cannot afford losing that small glimmer of hope, the one that tells me that some day someone will completely be engulfed in me. that when i address them, they will put down their phone, tilt their head a little to the right and look straight into your eyes. and for a moment there, you become the most important person in the room.

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I do my best thinking at night when everyone else is sleeping. No interruptions. No noise. I like the feeling of being awake when no one else is.

— Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places

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who am i?

the entertainer, the dreamer or the poet?

afraid of change, yet i crave the unknown

searching for the keys without knowing the door

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how can you pretend to be someone else when you don’t even know who you are?

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stop stalking me. i know who you are.

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Bloodshot

Can you sympathize with my labored breath or will you turn mute mouthed and blind eyed as I lie battered and bruised?

I wished I had been more outspoken with my red lips and desert tongue. I'd like to think I expressed my needless concerns but the words were lying flat, just out of my reach.

They say life is easy, as I watch seasons come and go. I want to feel more alive and not only along for the ride, but I suffer from vertigo.