December 2010
52hearts:
it’s hard when we live in a world of opposites where no means yes and yes sometimes means maybe and suddenly all communication is lost because we don’t want to say what we really want to say because we’re afraid, too afraid of the hurt, the pain, the damage it may cause, and we leave when most of the time we want so badly to stay, stay, stay, convince me i should stay, don’t just let...
It's the way I miss you even before you leave.
(via poeticheartache)
poeticheartache:
“I think I noticed when things started to change. The hugs were quicker, the phone calls were shorter, and they weren’t every night. We didn’t hurry to the place where we said we’d meet. The ‘I love you’s felt more like a forced, daily routine, and really had no meaning. When we saw each other, the smiles weren’t as bright, or as big. Our thoughts weren’t only of each other. We...
November 2010
You make yesterday worth reminiscing about and...
“i still want to drown, whenever you leave.
please teach me gently, how to...”
– the xx, shelter (via colorexplorer)
poeticheartache:
“We had said goodbye so many times before, but somehow our paths always managed to cross and we ended up in each others’ arms. But now when we said this goodbye. I have this feeling that I will never see you again. And that really hurts because I know that we are meant to lead our own separate lives. And I honestly don’t wanna cross your path in the future ‘cause I don’t want all...
you know what sucks? when you realize you forgot how to trust/believe someone, when you find yourself question anything/everything they say/do. just plain sucks.
wakingmoments:
Who needs beating drums when we have beating hearts and we can live by the rhythms of our lives being lived. I am not more than the blood rushing through my veins. Thousands of tiny rivers running through my body letting me know that I run red on the inside. I am not more than the bones in my body. Hard skeletons keeping me erect, telling me to keep my head up. I am not more...
