"The possibility that people will forget you is quite unnerving really. Someday, your name will no longer hold meaning. Your face will become a blur. Details of you will turn into dust. Your entire existence will just be degraded into memories that, sooner or later, will slowly fade into the air."
- (via strong-but-breakable)
(Source: nostalgicjoy, via strong-but-breakable)
"I want to scream
until my lungs ache for air
like they did when you left me
I want to feel something again
because sitting here, not feeling anything at all,
is like I’m engulfed in smoke that leaves me feeling numb
I want to scream
until I can’t remember what it feels like to feel nothing at all
I want pain to replace this emptiness
because at least the pain will remind me of you
because right now I can’t even recall what it felt like to have you wrapped in my arms, or the way your voice sounds when you are anxious
but oh my god anything has to be better than this"
- I feel so lost: Carol Shlyakhova(strong-but-breakable)
I have mastered the art of accepting the reality that there will always be people who will leave you behind with no valid reasons.
(Source: weirdofilipino, via have-agreat-day)
"Don’t tell me it’s just a phase, I’ve been sad for 3 fucking years. This isn’t just a phase"
- (via whitenes-s)
(Source: freespokenmind, via yourwordskillmeslowly)
"I want the numbness to go away. I want to stop loving you. I want to stop spending eight hours in the bathrooms of fancy hotels, I want to stop crying in the fucking glass showers. It’s an endless battle of pride, and frankly, I’m losing. I don’t have an ounce of dignity left. Is this what you do when you love a person that doesn’t love you back? You start to forget who you are, you start to forget that you were completely fine before you met him. My mouth feels like some kind of fucking reminder on how you used to fuck it. You were pouring gasoline over my body and you didn’t even leave me your favourite lighter, the one with a red dragon that you always used to play, you just clicked it open and walked away. That’s what you did to me. That’s what you’ve always done to me. And what makes me raving mad is that I volunteered to give my body and soul and you didn’t want my soul. You only wanted my body while you wanted to give her a diamond ring."
- a.s., ‘frankly, i’m losing’ (via mossyribs)
"It wasn’t real. I deluded myself. I had this aching need to be loved and it was screwing with my head. Sometimes, when you crave certain feelings, you’ll trick yourself into thinking the other person is something other than what he appears."
- Ilona Andrews, Magic Strikes (via feellng)
"I wake up. My throat feels on fire. I put on heavy make-up. I touch the lengthy slice I’ve gotten over my palm for smashing the Polaroid camera you bought for me. I cry in the bus. I go to work. I get invited to dinner with friends, I go for the wine and free illegal cubans. I burned another picture of us. I cry myself to sleep. This is my routine everyday."
- a.s., i was falling apart and no one noticed (via mossyribs)
"I’ve decided not to fall in love again. It’s a disgusting habit."
- Anna Karina in Pierrot Le Fou (1965)
"When you left me, it was so hard for me to accept it that I began dreaming of you. I dreamt of you coming back to me. That is one of the hardest things I had to go through my entire life. Forcing myself both in reality and dreams that you weren’t coming back at all."
- a.s., “dreaming of you these past days” (via mossyribs)
"I’m writing about losing you when I have you. I was writing fifteen poems about you slipping away from me when you were just meters away, wrapped on my lemon scented duvets and moaning that I should come back to bed. I knew this was it. I’m getting bad again."
- a.s., “ruby carpets” (via mossyribs)
"Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident."
- Louis de Bernières, Captain Corelli’s Mandolin (via feellng)
"Who did that to you? Who fucked you up so bad, emotionally and mentally that you’ve completely shut down anyone who tries to help you. You don’t talk about your feelings, you push kind people away, and you let negative people in. You refuse to open up and let someone love or care about you. Who fucking did that to you?"
- (via slutstatus)
(Source: latelycravingmore, via yourwordskillmeslowly)