Nostalgia

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"I am learning
to love myself
first.
It took me years
and heart break
to realize
I am all I have."

- Michelle K., All I Have.  (via elauxe)

(via elauxe)

"I already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days, I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much."

- Unknown (via cultivate-solitude)

(via elauxe)

One night,
I will wake up at three AM
And I will roll over
Into your arms.
You will rub my back
Until I fall back to sleep.
I will wait for that.

(Source: knotsandwaves, via yourwordskillmeslowly)

"I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it’s in your mind. Who’s to say that dreams and nightmares aren’t as real as the here and now?"

- John Lennon (via observando)

"I either eat too much or starve myself. Sleep for 14 hours or have insomniac nights. Fall in love very hard or hate passionately. I don’t know what grey is. I never did."

- (via hazelhirao)

(Source: hazelhirao, via thincapades)

"

March 4, 2013
I was unpacking when I heard you walk in. I had on light pink lipstick that I found at the bottom of a box. You put a few things on the counter and handed me my car keys. I kissed you and asked if you could help me move the bed. You said you needed to talk. I keep replaying this over and over in my mind. I don’t think I’ll be able to unpack the rest of our boxes.

April 4, 2013
It’s been a month since you left.
Mark says you’re not coming back.
I can’t sleep.
Are you awake?

May 4, 2013
I finally went to the doctor like you had begged me to.
You were right and yeah, I’ll be fine.

June 4, 2013
I sold my engagement ring at a pawn shop today. I bought expensive lipstick and flowers. I also bought a lot of beer and a carton of cigarettes. I’ve lost a lot weight since you last saw me. My friends from high school that I haven’t seen in years hardly recognize me. It’s weird being back in this town without you. I spend most of my afternoons at the beach. I saw a sea turtle today while I was swimming. I miss eating breakfast food at midnight with you.

July 4, 2013
I stumbled across the video of you in the car singing Taylor Swift. I deleted it before it played all the way through but I have to admit it made me laugh. I can’t remember how your voice sounds saying my name. I broke down and called you. Thank you for not answering.

August 4, 2013
I dropped my cigarette in my lap when you drove past me today.

September 4, 1012
I went on a date.
He thinks Bud Light is “quality beer”.
It just isn’t going to work out.

October 4, 2013
It doesn’t hurt anymore to say your name.

November 4, 2013
Hope you’re doing well.

December 12, 2013
Thank you for setting me free.

"

- These short letters are straight from my notebook, unedited and carelessly written - d.a.h (via girlchoking)

(Source: whisperingbones, via pinklantern)

"

I wrote a letter to the tooth fairy
last night.
I left a photograph of you,
and I told her about the way we loved,
the way we thought we would need
each other forever.
It turns out,
sometimes people
outgrow
more than just teeth.
But we are both still
growing,
and I am quickly learning
that nothing is permanent.
It is okay to lose parts of
ourselves,
because in the emptiness,
something stronger can
grow back.

This morning when I woke up,
the letter and the photograph were gone.
I found coins and a ticking watch
underneath my pillow,
and I guess it’s her way of saying
that it’s time for change.

"

- Y.Z (via rustyvoices)

(via mangled-passion)

"I am astonished, disappointed, pleased with myself. I am distressed, depressed, rapturous. I am all these things at once, and cannot add up the sum. I am incapable of determining ultimate worth or worthlessness; I have no judgment about myself and my life. There is nothing I am quite sure about. I have no definite convictions—not about anything, really. I know only that I was born and exist, and it seems to me that I have been carried along."

- Carl Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections (via delicateswans)

(Source: insomnius, via jessicanemo)