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Where I always go fucking wrong.

falling-apart-sl0wly:

Where I always go fucking wrong.

(via falling-apart-sl0wly)

I miss you 

Go to a coffee shop. Sit by the bar with the glass windows and look out. Look at all the people running to catch a train. All the girls with one too many shopping bags. All the couples too in love to care. Then you’ll see it — a bit of yourself in everyone. And somehow, sitting alone in a coffee shop had never felt so good.

— Unknown (via rantwriteread)

(Source: c0ntemplations, via rantwriteread)

"nagpaalam ka na ba kay Maru?" 

"hindi. bakit naman?"

"Wala lang, dapat nagpaalam ka." 

"di ko na kailangang magpaalam dun" 

i just don’t want to say goodbye, i can’t. and i know that he doesn’t care about me anymore, so what’s the point? 

Please tell me
I’m not as forgettable
as your silence
is making me feel.

M.S.  (via stolenwine)

(via loveyourchaos)

Who knows? Maybe someday I’ll be his and he’ll be mine. And space or time won’t matter because we were meant to be.

But I won’t hold my breath. Life doesn’t usually work out the way we hope.

More than anything I want him to be happy. And maybe one day I will be, too.

— Amber Johnson, Puddle Jumping (via drizzlelullaby)

I am the type of person that will sit in the bathroom and cry, but then walk out like nothing ever happened.

— Hanna, Pretty little liars   (via sad-empty)

(Source: soulsscrawl, via sad-empty)

The thing about on/off relationships is… They’re great until they’re not, they’re the things of dreams, until, suddenly, you’re living a nightmare. They’re the perfect song, on a broken record. They’re a great book, possibly the greatest, but with key chapters missing. They’re breakfast in bed on a powder blue morning, and then days in bed, without eating. They’re breakups that you don’t know how to mourn, because you can’t fathom that this one, this is the last.

They’re drunk break-up sex and drunk make-up texts at 3am. They’re feeling cheated and feeling guilty. They’re feeling loved, they’re feeling special.

They’re intoxicating. Because you keep making the same mistakes, over and over again, because you keep falling into the same pattern. They’re familiar and safe, and like a home you come back to - no matter where, or how broken - it’s a home no less; they know you and you know them.

But see, the thing is, after a while, you no longer hear the music on the broken record - you just hear silence; and you no longer care about the characters, you just want the book to end. Every off, every break chips away.

At some point you realize that love should be more than drunk-3am-s that make you afraid that life will never be that perfect again. At some point you no longer want love to be a roller coaster.

Or so I’ve heard. I hope it’s true. But right now, if you called and asked me to - I’d go back, I’d do it all over again.

m.v., The infinite list of things I know, but wish I felt. (via findingwordsforthoughts)

(via drizzlelullaby)

drizzlelullaby:

Maybe one day, we don’t have to say goodbye, only good night. We don’t have to be away from each other because you are just inches apart from me. We will be sleeping in one bed and your face will be the first thing that I would see in the morning. We will spend this life together and it would be less complicated than before. Maybe one day, we can get through all of this challenges in our lives. We can get over through all the pains and heart aches from the past and we could start anew. Maybe one day, we could put the past behind us and we could just start living together. We could just have a life that is full of happiness and right there babe, I promise, everything will be worth it.

maybe one day, this could be us 

I wake up wanting to kill myself,
I go to bed wondering why I didn’t.

  (via sad-empty)

(via sad-empty)

I wish you were in this room with me right now. I wish I could put my arms around you. I wish I could touch you.

— Her, (2013)

(via sad-empty)

I believe in fate
and fate believes in me.
One day
we will meet again.
You’ll be standing there
and I’ll be standing here,
still.
And all the time in between
of waiting and wondering
will all start to make sense.

A Story A Day #207 by M.D.L

(via mingdliu)

(via mingdliu)

The distances between our
traveling feet are always
far too expansive for my liking
but I would walk across the country
in these tattered Converse
if it means I could see you again;
sweetheart, I wish you were here
right now so that for once we could
finally stop moving and settle down,
even if it’s just for tonight.

Touring the globe in search of you (via ink-trails)

escafeism:

“It is hard to walk away from a relationship no matter how bad it has become. You can feel your heart break when you think of breaking your significant other’s heart. Tears fill your eyes as you imagine how he/she would react when you tell him/her the bad news. Your knees weaken with the thought of going through a new day without his/her smile, words of encouragement, i-love-you’s, i-miss-you’s and loving stare. You already feel empty even when you have not even begun taking a single step away. You start reliving the happy moments, because you don’t want to part with them; because deep inside, you still hope that you can both sort things out and make it work. You begin to fill your mind with sad and painful moments and realized that during those times which made you cry a lot, you are somewhat grateful because it’s him - the one who hurt you, made you cry, helped you give pain a different meaning. All because he is worth it. You start doubting your decision about leaving; and in the end, you’d decide to stay. When you tell your friends about this, they will get mad because you are almost there; you are just one step away from freedom. But just give them a sweet smile because no matter how much you try to explain, they will never understand why. Because they are not in your shoes. Because they are not you.”

— why leaving someone is a hard thing to do (m.b)

and i will always wonder why it is so easy for him to leave me 

(Source: maartejade)

The fact that I still say “Good morning/night, Maru” every time I woke up or before I sleep (as if you hear it) makes me feel like I am an idiot. I am, aren’t I?

*cue Hermione’s voice saying “What an idiot.”*