Oh why, Oh why Oh why haven’t you been there for me? Can’t you see, I’m losing my mind this time? This time I think it’s for real, I can see All the tree tops turning red The beggars near bodegas grin and me I think they want something I close my eyes, and tell myself to breathe and be calm. Be calm. I know you feel like you were breaking down. Oh I know that...
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short,...– Pablo Neruda
One Mississippi, Two Mississippi, Three...
I’m done counting. I don’t want you anymore.
This is love, she thought, isn’t it? When you notice someone’s...– Everything is Illuminated, Jonathan Safran Foer
One Mississippi, Two Mississippi
I’ve been counting Mississippi -s whenever I feel a tug at my heart or a lump in my throat. It sounds so childish, but it has helped me and put me to sleep without the countless thoughts running through my head. Three Mississippi, Four Mississipi, Five… I’ve been telling myself this is the same as before, you’ve been through this - you can do it again. Piece of cake. But the...
Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and start over. But the thought of not having the memories we made isn’t worth the price of some heartbreak. And going through the ache and pain again is a risk I’m not willing to take.
“It’s like screaming, and no one can hear. You always feel ashamed that someone could be that important that without them you feel like nothing. No one will ever understand how much it hurts. You feel hopeless - like nothing can save you. And when its over and it’s gone, you almost wish that you could have all that bad stuff back, so that you could have the good.”
I don’t. I don’t want anybody else to touch you. I’m silly. I get furious if...– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via youngfolksociety)
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Thanks for the Break
dearoldlove: Thank you for breaking me. If you didn’t do that I would never learn how to put myself together and survive on my own.
biteofnothing: I think it’s so amazing how when you like someone enough that they’re the only person to whom you’re truly attracted. It doesn’t matter if they’re not the best looking person in the world, you’re completely oblivious to anyone else really. I think that’s why people say that love is blinding, your focus is so concentrated that there’s only enough room for that one person, it’s...
Tell everyone you know: “My happiness depends on me, so you’re off the hook.”...– Esther Hicks (via hip-)
[[MORE]] i hate being insecure because it’s unattractive and that makes you more insecure and it’s a never ending vicious cycle and i don’t know how to stop it. i wish i had some confidence or something - i just feel like i’m never going to be anything special. even if i were someone’s something special it would be enough for me and that sounds totally pathetic but...
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