By Mike Depetris
I feel like every cell in my heart, is on constantly fire.
I miss texting with you.
I know whatever we had, wasn’t anything serious - but it was getting serious to me.
And when you picked her over me, that just broke me down.
Not that I loved you, but I wanted to love you, I wanted more, I wanted you to want me.
And now here I am, broken, sad and a bit sentimental while; you’re kissing her, calling her cute names, making fun of her hair, telling her secrets about yourself and you like her. You’ve always liked her, but you didn’t tell her. And you didn’t tell me either. So while I was hoping for us to become a lilac sky, I became darkness and you turned her into your sky.
avouer, 11pm (via avouer)
get you a man that looks at you the way nathan looks at haley
By me (2017)
i am not the person you left behind anymore
i have new favorite songs, a new favorite color, new bad habits
my hair is different, my heart is different, my soul is different
the scars on my heart are now stars
i am shining brighter than ever
the freckles covering my skin are a map of my future and my past
i am lighter than ever
my smile tells stories of the places i’ve been
i am happier than ever
i’m not the person you left behind anymore
remanence of the past still lingers
but there is no one left here to miss
My newest Tinder match
messages me and asks
‘Do you think birds dream?’
Without missing a beat, I say,
‘They don’t have to.
They already know how to fly.’
‘I don’t care much for flying.’
And with that, I unmatch.
My great aunt and great uncle
married after knowing each other
for 3 months.
Lived together for fifty-nine years.
And when he was in a hospice bed
he turned to me and said,
‘I’m not afraid of dying.
I just don’t want to leave her yet.’
A year after his death
she looks to me with tears
in her eyes and says,
‘There was never a single moment
where he didn’t treat me
like a queen.
Like the most spectacular thing
he’d ever seen.��
Not everyone believes in fairytales.
But I have seen the happy ending.
I just think that in order to find it
you have to have faith in magic.
Yet so many people will settle
for keeping their feet
on the ground
and they will die
having only ever dreamed
of what it means to fly.
Flying, V.P. (via bandaids-for-the-heart)
You are allowed to be both a masterpiece and a work in progress, simultaneously.
Sophia Bush (via sunsetquotes)
The Holiday (2006)
Suddenly you’re 21 and you’re screaming along in your car to all the songs you used to listen to when you were sad in middle school and everything is different but everything is good
You know that feeling … when you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing close around the characters who live and breathe on the pages. But you are tied to the story as if being dragged behind a carriage, and you cannot let go or turn the course aside.
Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess
But then sometimes
we miss the memories
not the people.
Sometimes we want
the feelings back,
but not with
the same person.
ma.c.a // Change of Tides (via vomitingwords)