emily. |
typical anti-social nineteen-year-old girl |
here are some reminders for you - please don’t ever let someone make you feel worthless for your mistakes.
“never feel guilty for starting again”— The Sun and Her Flowers by Rupi Kaur
(via scarcoveredwrists)
“My mother and father fell out of love. It took six years for them to rot. It was slow. It snuck up on them through extra sips of wine at dinner and spaces between them in bed. It was quiet, it whispered in their ears and snuck into their heads and hid between busy thoughts, they barely noticed but it chipped away at them until they crumbled into empty shells that couldn’t stand to look at each other. They never fought. They kissed each other sometimes, but never at the right times, never like they meant it. I think when the water rises so slowly and silently and wraps itself around you in the form of routine and comfort and the fear of leaving, you don’t really realize you’re completely submerged until you look at yourself in the mirror one day and you’re dripping wet and you can’t breathe at all but you’re used to holding your breath by now. It didn’t hurt. At the end of it they were gone. They were ghosts. I don’t know if they could even feel it. It wasn’t this killer, movie-scene, hollywood heartbreak, just a dull ache that could be drowned out if you just pretend it isn’t there. So when you were mine in the morning and a fucking hole in my chest three hours later it swallowed me whole. I didn’t know it could happen so quickly, a lighting bolt of heartbreak, there was no thunder to warn us. One second I was yours and the next I was on the floor and I could smell my skin burning.”— I thought we had more time, I wanted to rot with you. (via extrasad)
(via hereliesmybrokenheart)
HE! CANT! SEE THE SMILE IM FAKING!AND MY HEARTS NOT BREAKING! BECAUSE IM NOT FEELING ANYTHING AT ALL! AND YOU! WERE! WILD AND CRAZY!JUST! SO! FRUSTRATING! INTOXICATING AND COMPLICATED GOT AWAY BY SOME MISTAKE……..
DizzyDaisyThoughts (via dizzydaisythoughts)
no more apology texts. no more reckless highway speeding. no more scribbled poetry in the back of spanish class. there is nothing left to lose. there is nothing left for you.
you haven’t seen me since i dyed my hair and it’s nice to have something you didn’t get to ruin. i’m dressing different too and lipsticking my way out of the girl you tore apart. i can finally breathe easy. i can finally be grateful that i never really meant it when i kissed you.
look, it’s me without you. look, i’m doing just fine. look, goddamn it, i’m lighter than i’ve been in months. there are seven billion people on the planet. i don’t think you matter so much anymore.
"I MET SOMEONE WITH YOUR NAME AND DIDNT FLINCH // s. osborn (via allthesinkingships)
you can plan for a change in the weather and time,
I never planned on you changing your mind
Robert Tew (via poetryproject)
1 Corinthians 10:13 (via thereisagodwholoves)
It’s time to stop.
Stop apologizing for being emotionally unavailable. Stop saying you’re sorry because you’re incapable of loving anyone but yourself right now. Stop making yourself feel like the bad guy for following your gut instincts. Stop allowing others to blame you for putting your own heart first. Stop letting them make you feel bad for not being interested in things that do not help you grow. Stop looking for someone else to complete you when you are already whole on your own.
And then you can start.
Start embracing it all. Start living boldly and unapologetically. Start listening to your heart and only your heart. Start saying no more often. Start pleasing yourself instead of being hung up on what others think. Start treating yourself with the same dignity and respect you give everyone else. Start loving yourself. Start refusing to settle for anything less than the best. Start thriving in your singleness. Start shaping your life into exactly what you always hoped it would be. Start creating your own happiness.
"You don’t have to apologize for it. // excerpt from an unfinished book #148 (via wherewritersblockcomestodie)
I’ve only ever wanted to be yours // mistakenharmony (via mistakenharmony)